More of that growling came through our bond, her mind trying to decipher the sound.Plane, echoed through her thoughts once more.
I waited and listened to her reasoning with her surroundings.
Am I on a plane?She seemed to be becoming more lucid.I think… a jet. It’s loud. But what’s beneath me? It’s… soft. A bed? A couch? And what’s that smell?
My nails bit into my palms, my hands still clenched into fists. I needed more information. A location. A landmark.Anythingto help me find her.
It’s… metallic?she went on, the scent making her head spin.Blood…
I stiffened.Your blood? From the head wound?
What head wound?she asked.
I frowned.Does your head hurt?
No.
Maybe my blood cured you, then?I’d given her some every day with each meal, my need to strengthen her a compulsion I couldn’t ignore.Abigail hit you with the butt of a gun.
Abigail?she repeated, her voice holding a note of confusion.Who is Abigail?
But she followed in the next second as she pulled the information from my mind.
Only then she was even more confused because she didn’t understand why Abigail would hit her or why everything around her was rumbling.
I…She paused, shock ripping through our bond.Cane?
I frowned.Cane?
No response.
But none was needed.
Because I could hear her mind processing what she was seeing.
My brother in an all-black suit.
Sitting across from her.
On a jet.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
IZZY
I blinked,my brain failing to fully process the sight before me. It was sideways, primarily because I appeared to be lying down.
But the askew view wasn’t what had me confused. It was the scene that had my mind struggling to focus—tocomprehend—what I was seeing.
Cane. I recognized him. I just… I just couldn’t believe he was here.
And sitting next to Michael.
In two opulent executive-style chairs.
While sipping what appeared to be blood wine.
“Delicious,” Cane praised, his gaze dancing over me as he finished his drink.
