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suspicion the new vehicle matched the key I’d found beside the hotel-room receipt, the same key that I was now clutching in one clammy hand.
    No answer. My call should have gone to voice mail long since, but instead the phone just kept ringing as I unlocked the vehicle and slipped behind the wheel. I turned the key and saw the GPS spring to life, an address pre-programmed into the device.
    My heart leapt...only to sink even further as I realized the location was within the same town where I’d so recently fled my father’s funeral. This wasn’t a designated rendezvous to meet back up with my mate. No, it was a subtle-as-a-brick-to-the-head message about where Hunter thought I should go next.
    I was about to click the off button on the phone when the line finally picked up. “Hunter?” I began, relief coursing through my body. But instead of my mate’s soothing voice, a woman’s sultry tones filled my ear.
    “Hunter’s phone,” she answered. “Meeshi speaking.”
    I think I might have literally seen red. I only realized I was growling when Meeshi began to laugh at me, her chuckles as harmonious as the rest of her diction.
    “You must be Fen,” the woman said when she was finally able to squash her mirth. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
    “Funny because I’ve heard nothing about you,” my wolf growled between human lips.
    “And you’re her wolf,” Meeshi retorted. “Interesting. I thought you were a halfie, weak as a kitten.”
    Neither side of my personality could muster a reply to that rabble-rousing statement. So I gathered my few remaining shreds of dignity and changed the subject. “Where’s Hunter?”
    “I’m afraid Hunter’s unable to come to the phone right now,” Meeshi answered. She could have turned the statement into a jab, but instead she sounded kind.
    Of course she would be kind when she knew where my mate was and I didn’t even know who she was.
    I only realized I was growling again when Meeshi’s tone turned to pity. “I’m sorry, duckie, but he asked me not to forward your calls.”
    Duckie? If Meeshi had been within arm’s reach, I would have tested my new throwing knives on a living, breathing target. I wouldn’t aim for her flesh of course; I’d just see if my marksmanship was good enough to pin a sleeve or two to the wall.
    And if my hand slipped.... Well, that was Meeshi’s own fault for riling me up, now wasn’t it?
    Unfortunately, our distance prevented me from exacting such a satisfying revenge. Instead, I weighed the possibility of teasing a bit more information out of my conversational partner. Maybe later. It was obvious I wasn’t up to the task of subtlety at the moment.
    Not when my wolf was so rampant that she easily stole my tongue without permission. Not when my human brain was barely able to string two words together.
    And Hunter has made it entirely clear he doesn’t want to talk to me right now anyway, now hasn’t he?
    The morning’s slight headache had already turned into a pounding throb, the pain barely lessening when I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. I only realized I’d let the phone slip out of my grasp when I heard the whisper of Meeshi’s voice, tinny with distance, emerging from my lap.
    “If you need someone to talk to, duckie, just call me back,” Hunter’s gatekeeper offered.
    Without answering, I hit the “end” button and shifted the car into drive. Then, saving the address Hunter had so helpfully programmed into my GPS, I fished a piece of paper out of my messenger bag and inserted a different string of letters and numbers into the device in its place.
    Because you can kick a horse out into the desert and leave her there until she’s so parched she thinks she’s going to die. Then you can offer a trough of sparkling spring water and even pour it directly over her head in hopes some of the life-giving fluid will seep into her mouth.
    But if she’s pissed as hell because you abandoned her in