Chapter 12
“Cuff her.” Lupe yanked open a drawer and drew out something shiny and silver. Manacles. She dropped them into Ryder’s hands.
And he took them. Took them and strode across the kitchen toward me, his face grim and no joke on his lips.
It was a big kitchen though. I had time to grab the sword and ruby and make a run for it. Whether I would have managed to exit the room was another matter, but I had a chance.
Only, my feet refused to budge. Not because of alpha-whatever emanating from Lupe. Instead, my immobility was caused by the questions in Ryder’s eyes.
I stayed frozen as he invaded my personal space. His scent broadcast something that would likely have been perfectly understandable to a shifter raised on earth but was clear as mud to me.
“Ryder.” I stopped at his name, n
