CHAPTER 13
ONCE THE CAFFEINE was circulating in my veins, I felt human again. The idea of not actively hunting for Tabby left me twitchy, but the time had come to pick a side. Zacharov and his tyranny or Emmy and her equine friends. Going it alone was no longer an option.
My trust, respect, and loyalty had to be earned. Zacharov had destroyed them all, but so far Emmy was reassembling the scattered shards, piece by jagged piece. Choosing my team was the easiest decision I’d ever made.
“Can I borrow some workout gear?”
“I’ll show you where my closet is, and you can take what you like. But I’ll warn you now—Bradley won’t pass up a shopping opportunity. Give him a couple of hours and you’ll have bags of s**t everywhere, and everything’ll fit, and it’ll all be flattering. He reads every is
