Her worn boots produced loud clapping sounds on the damp asphalt. It was well past curfew—midnight or close to it—and rightfully, Ken made the journey alone. Only she could risk the dangers of nightfall, since her protective talisman wouldn’t let any living creature within three inches of her skin. And her excursion was neither sanctioned nor anyone else’s business. Dakota hadn’t stopped home in a few days except to grab a change of clothes or a meal on the run. In all that time, he didn’t once touch his pouch of medicine and syringes, which had been left on a desk in the main room.
She feared he wasn’t taking care of himself.
Not to invade his privacy, but for his own good, Kenna opened the leather case. Everything but his sedatives remained. In other words, he may have been treating hi
