of the cell. “Chad, be sure to help Talika and do what she needs. And watch that one closely,” he called out, waving a bony finger in my direction. Talika glanced up. Once Quinn had turned his attention to the group of wolves and people in front of him, she motioned to me.
“You must be Kristen. Come over here,” she said. “I have heard my brothers mention you.”
I nodded as I walked to her side.
“This is Dalia, my mother. She is recovering from a virus. I am Talika. Would you like to sit with us in the truck?”
“I…I would very much like that … but …” I motioned to the man who had pulled me from the cell; he was watching my every move.
“Chad, let her go,” she commanded.
“But Master Quinn said…”
“I am sure he told you to watch over and protect her while Dorian is not here. I will do that now.”
“Yes, mistress,” Chad mumbled.
With a wave of her hand, Talika dismissed Chad and patted a spot next to her in the back of the truck, motioning to me. I climbed in next to her and put on the mask she handed me.
“She is no longer contagious, but it is better to be safe than sorry,” Talika said, lightly touching the gauze mask on her face. “The after effects of the virus have left her very weak.”
I looked down at the sleeping woman in front of me. Dorian said she was recovering and gaining strength daily, but she did not look like it. Her face was wan and her breathing barely audible. “I’m sorry your mother is not well.”
Talika smiled at me as she continued stroking her mother’s face. “I know that her time is near, and I have accepted it. I have studied the healing arts for many years and trained under our medicine man, so I feel I can make her last days as comfortable as possible.”
“So, you are a nurse … or a doctor?”
“No, I am not licensed, but my experience and training has taught me a lot. I am the one our clan comes to when there is an illness. I can thank my brothers for that,” she added, a frown crossing her lips.
“Your brothers?”
“Yes, over the years, they have been in their share of fights. They have hurt others and been hurt. And I am always here to clean them up.” She shook her head sadly.
“Where are we going, Talika?”
“I am sorry, Kristen. I truly don’t know. My father—Quinn, never tells us. We have several permanent camps set up. Sometimes we make new ones.”
As we traveled to whatever location Quinn had in mind for us, Talika and I talked about her life as a Vlodik werewoman and her work helping others in her clan. I didn’t say much about my life. The more I could learn about the Vlodiks, the more information I had to plan another escape.
As she talked, I realized what a kind and giving person she was. It was hard to believe that such a warm and caring person had brothers like Dorian, Troy, and Kincaid. We must have been on the road for at least forty minutes when the truck started to slow.
“We are slowing down. We must be close; a new campsite for us, a new adventure!” Talika said, looking out to the terrain we had just past. “You must be so excited to bond with Dorian.”
I glanced at Talika. She had a look of happiness on her face, intermingled with sadness. “I’m so sorry Mama is so ill. But I am sure she is thrilled for you both.”
My mouth dropped open. I realized she had no idea that I was being held against my will!
CHAPTER SEVEN
“Talika,” I said slowly, as I wanted to choose my words carefully. But suddenly, I couldn’t stop myself, and I blurted them out. “I am not here by my own personal choice. I am Dorian’s captive.”
Talika frowned, her brows furrowing, “I don’t understand what you are saying,” she said softly.
“I am not here because I want to be. Dorian kidnapped me. I am his prisoner.”
Talika bit her lip, a puzzled expression on her pretty face. “Dorian’s prisoner … what…? You are crazy.” As she said the words, I realized if she had no idea I