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The man moves forward, only now his hands aren’t empty. There’s a silver handgun in one of them, and he’s pointing it right down at me. The gun is twice the size of a regular handgun, the barrel so wide I can see into it without squinting an eye.
I throw my hands in the air. “No—wait!”
“I asked who you were.”
“I—I’m Willow. Willow Austin.”
“And where did you come from, Willow Austin?” he asks, the gun hovering inches from my face.
“I—I don’t know. I landed here, and that—that wolf started chasing me! If I’m not supposed to be here, I’m sorry! I’ll leave, I swear, j-just please don’t kill me!”
The man remains steady with the gun, and he tilts his head upward. When he does, I see his eyes. Icy blue, surrounded by thick, dark lashes. His eyes are both intimidating and alluring as he glares down at me.
“Are you from Ripple Hills?” he demands.
“I—no, I don’t know what that is.”
He squints his eyes, only slightly. “Vanora? Did Alora send you?”
“Please,” I plead. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t even know where I am!”
The wolf growls at my outburst.
“Oi!” he shouts at the wolf. His eyes don’t leave mine. “Home. Now, Cerberus.”
The wolf doesn’t hesitate to dash away. As it does, the man lowers the gun and steps back. “Get up.”
I do as I’m told, wincing as I bring myself to stand. I face him and angle my chin upward a bit because he’s tall.Reallytall. His jaw ticks as he looks me all over.
“You’re not dressed like you’re from Ripple or Vanora. Where are you from and why the hell are you on my property?”
“I told you,” I breathe raggedly. “I—I ended up here somehow. I really don’t know.”
He narrows his eyes at me, angling his head. “Have we met before?”
“I…I don’t think so…unless you work with Townsend a lot too, then maybe. Probably through Lou Ann.”
“Lou Ann?” He raises a brow.
“My boss.”
He stares at me blankly.
“Um…I’m sorry…do you happen to have, like um…a cellphone or something I can use?”
“A cellphone?” he asks, frowning now.
“Yes—like an iPhone or something? Even an Android? iPad?”
He grimaces, and by the way his jaw ticks repeatedly, I can tell he’s becoming aggravated. Okay, I get that we’re kind of in the middle of nowhere, but how the hell does he not know what a cellphone is?
“What territory are you from?” he demands.
“Territory? I, uh…What?I don’t understand the question. I’m so confused right now.” I swallow hard. “Look, I just want to go home,” I tell him, holding my hands up. “That’s it. I don’t want any trouble.”
“So youdohave a home. Where?”
“Um…an apartment…in North Carolina.”
