NINETY-THREE

“You are coming with us,” the taller of the two men said. He was right beside my bed. There were guns pointed at me from two different angles. One wrong move and it would be adieu.

“I’ve been instructed to stay home.” I shrugged.

There would be no wrong move. I felt a deep calmness inside me and it had nothing to do with the short sleep I just woke from. There would be no wrong move. I could almost see how everything would play out.

Magic whispered in my veins, secreting through my system. It helped me stay calm, giving me a sense of control. My wolf stirred and she too felt the calmness. She did not pace, did not ready herself for an attack. She was relaxed as if we didn’t have guns pointed at us.

One of the men cocked his gun. I smiled at him.

“You have a lot of nerve coming in here. Did Skylar tell you how dangerous it would get?” I stretched in bed.

“Get out of that bed!” One of them hissed when I continued to grin at them.

“Or what? You shoot and miss, and I promise, you w