Chapter 15
I think I must have gasped. Whatever the reason, Kira’s right hand clamped down upon my left arm so hard I lost all circulation. And, in reaction, I forced my spine to straighten, my face to remain as serene as Gunner’s still was.
But Ransom wasn’t done teasing us. “Stay, stay, the show’s not over!” he proclaimed, halting shifters who had begun standing and shaking tension out of their bodies in preparation for departure. Obediently, they stilled and sank back down upon the grass even as I pushed Kira toward the promised safety of Tank and his companions.
Because something was about to happen. I felt it, knew Ransom’s trouble centered around me rather than around the brother he loved to hate.
And, sure enough, this time Ransom gestured across the audience in my direction. “T
