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“He read her thoughts?” I sound incredulous. “What the fuck are you talking about, Stone?”
“Edirn is psychic. Didn’t you know that?” She pauses. “Oh, wait. You probably don’t…on account of being AWOL for days.” She smirks. “Anyhow, he can read minds, and he says she’s not a killer.”
I stare at the phone, then put it back to my ear. She just said that like we were discussing the weather.
“Right. Good to know.”
“I believe him. Which is why I’m calling you instead of scampering over there like a goddamn errand boy. Fucking Jagger and his errands,” she mutters. “So, you’re all good?”
“Yep. We’re fine.” I fix my eyes on the wolf, who’s now lying beside the door.
“Great.” She hangs up without saying goodbye. I put the phone on the kitchen counter and rub my eyes. I have a migraine brewing. Giving my head a quick shake, I head back to the front entrance, cautiously setting the bowl down beside her, and then sit on the floor.
???
Barrett
It’s nightfall, and there’s still no change. My muscles are cramped from sitting for so long. The only activity has been when she’s raised her head to drink from the bowl. And now she’s letting me touch her. I don’t know who gets more comfort from it – her or me.
I need this connection. My wolf cries out for it. But I also need to stand before my spine seizes.
Carefully pushing myself to my feet, I stretch and take some halting steps forward. Cedara is lying with her chin resting on her paws. I’m aware of her watching me from beneath her brows.
I have to do something.
But what?
Impulsively, I head to the kitchen counter and retrieve my phone. Before I can change my mind, I hit one of the numbers on speed dial.
“Barrett? It’s so good to hear from you.” The warm tones across the line would normally be calming.
“Doc, I need your help.”
“What’s wrong?” Dr. Bea is suddenly sharpy efficient.
“I…” I exhale. “You have some sort of doctor-patient confidentiality thing going, right?”
“Yes…?” She draws the word out.
“Just how far does that extend?”
“It depends. Is someone in trouble?” she asks cautiously.
God, I hope not.
“Maybe you’ll be able to tell me that. Can you come down to town? To the apartment they found for Sybil and Cedara?”
“Cedara? How’s she doing?”
I rub my eyes with my thumb and forefinger. “I just need to know if you can come here, Doc. Please.”
“Give me the address.”
I rattle it off.
“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Twenty minutes later, I hear her coming down the hall. I crack the door open, and the doctor slips through, holding a sturdy bag. Her eyes widen as she takes in Cedara lying nearby.
