Chapter 16
“So, what do we owe them in exchange for their support?” I asked half an hour later as Malachi and I once again followed the highway west toward the far terminus of my half-formed mate bond. I’d expected jabs of pain to turn into red-hot pokers of agony during our enforced layover. But, instead, the bond had gone unaccountably quiescent more than an hour ago...a sensation that I was trying not to consider ominous.
It was hard to ignore the might-be’s, though, when my current partner in crime remained silent, his eyes firmly riveted on the road. I, on the other hand, was less focused. Wolf-like, I checked out the motorcycle on our left flank then tried to peer in through the tinted windows of a passing SUV. The former was a member of our unofficial entourage. The latter? Who kn
