“Where is she?”
Frowning, I struggled to understand what he was talking about as I gripped his wrist, keeping him from slicing me wide open.
“What are you talking about?”
“The woman! Where is she?”
“What woman?” I shouted, buying myself a few seconds to get out of this mess. If I could just adjust his weight over me, I’d be able to gain the upper hand.
“The hooker! She was with you in Vegas!”
I was with a hooker? That didn’t sound like me. Actually, yeah, it sort of did, but I didn’t remember getting a hooker. Then again, I didn’t remember anything but waking up in Montana.
With Calista. Fuck.
The knife nicked my throat, bringing me back to reality. Storm growled, momentarily distracting my attacker, giving me just long enough to slam my other hand into his throat. Choking, the man’s hand slipped, and I grabbed the knife, pushing him off me.
Rolling over, I switched our positions and hovered over him as I grabbed him by the throat. “Why do you want her?”
His face was red and his breathing was nonexistent. This guy wasn’t gonna last more than a few more seconds.
“Why do you want her?” I shouted in his face, gripping him by the collar to yank him toward me. “Tell me!”
But his throat was swelling up from the hit, and in a few seconds, he’d be unconscious. Dead in two minutes tops.
Tossing him back on the ground, I grabbed the knife and swung around, searching for any more threats, but Storm had eliminated the other one.
“Fuck!” I shouted, racing over to the phone.
I had to get back to Montana fast.
“Cap. I need a ride. Now.”
“So,why are we driving out to Montana?” Sinner asked as we drove through Tahoe.
“Because there’s a woman out there I need to get to,” I muttered, staring out the window. “How did you get here so fast?”
“You called us, remember? We were already on our way.”
Derek leaned forward between the seats. “Is it really necessary for this thing to be in the SUV with us?”
Turning, I glared at the man. “It’s my dog.”
The incredulous look on his face would have been hilarious if I weren’t still fighting off a headache.
“He’s a wolf. You get that, right? Not a pet, but a fucking wolf!”
Storm growled, snapping his jaws at Derek, who immediately backed up as much as possible against the door.
“Yeah, he doesn’t like it when people swear.”
The dog was in the back of the SUV, while Derek and Claire took up the middle row. However, Claire didn’t seem intimidated by my puppy.
“Oh, he’s just a cute little thing. Aren’t you?” she cooed, rubbing his ears.
“Are you trying to get eaten?” Derek snapped. “He’s feral!”
Claire glared at her husband before turning back to the animal. “He’s not feral. He’s just a misunderstood puppy. Aren’t you? Yes, you are. You’re so precious.”