They played poker, and completely ignored me. I didn’t mind. My busted lip still stung, my wrists still burned, my whole body ached worse, and the throbbing pain in the side of my neck persisted as well.
I wanted to ask them what they knew about Reid. With self-deprecating amusement, I realized how much less dire my situation would be if we had already completed the damn Mating process—I could easily contact him in that case. The Mate-bond would hardly be affected by silver handcuffs or a shot of wolfsbane. Silver in my bloodstream or a silver bullet would be a different story, but it didn’t matter anyway, because the curve of my neck was bare; I was Unmarked.
An hour passed by, and then two. I remained unmoving, resting, storing my energy. My mind wandered with thoughts of Reid and th
