The Wolf's Mate Book 6: Logan & Jenna Read Online Free PDF

ground shook.
    “Not so fast, fairy,” one of the masked men growled,
shooting Kari with his weapon.  The ground stopped shaking as Kari slumped to
the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.  Jenna went to her knees with a
gasp of alarm.
    “Oh, no, Kari!”  Jenna cried, turning her friend over.  To
her relief, she found a feathered dart protruding from Kari’s neck and felt for
her pulse, finding it slow but even.
    Something jabbed into Jenna’s neck and she lifted her hand,
finding a feathered dart imbedded in her skin as well.  Her vision went spotty
and then dark as she slumped forward over her friend, the necklace falling to
the ground with a faint tinkling sound.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Jenna woke slowly, disoriented and aching.  Her vision was
blurry for several moments but her hearing was sharp, and she knew she wasn’t
alone.
    “It’s good you’re awake,” a rough male voice said.  “I was
beginning to wonder if the dart was too effective and you would remain
unconscious forever.  Hardly useful to me if you can’t do your job.”
    Blinking furiously to clear her vision, Jenna finally saw
clearly enough to know she was in a small room, with walls made of wooden slats
and a floor of rough stone.  A man stood by the door, leaning casually against
it.  He was tall and lean, with a thin mustache and long, black hair kept loose
around his shoulders.  His eyes were light green and they narrowed as he
regarded her.  She was lying on a cot, and when she tried to sit up, she found
that one ankle was tied with a thick rope to the frame of the cot.
    “Where am I?” she croaked, her throat raw and a terrible
taste in her mouth.  “Who are you?”
    The man strode across the room and picked up a plastic
bottle of water from a small table and opened it, handing it to Jenna.  She was
too thirsty to wonder if it was drugged, and she snatched it from his hand and
gulped half of it down before she stopped to take a breath.
    “My name is Jasper, and I am leader of a wolf pack.  This is
the cellar of my home, in the Mortal Realm.”  He looked down at her, curiosity
in his gaze.  “Your boyfriend owed a great debt to me.  When I came to collect,
he offered to give you up in exchange for freedom from his debt, and I agreed. 
A fairy that can unlock anything would be quite valuable to a man like me. 
Many wonderful, expensive, important things are behind locks that can’t be
broken.”
    “He’s not my boyfriend, and I’m not going to open anything
for you.  Let me go,” Jenna said angrily.
    “No,” he said simply.  “You will do what I say, or you will
suffer.  I will come for you tonight for a job.  Do well, and I’ll give you
something to eat.  Make a fool of me, and you’ll be very, very sorry.”
    He opened the door and shut it firmly behind him.  She
inspected the rope that tied her to the bed.  It was too thick and tied too
tightly for her to undo it.  She scraped it against the metal edge of the cot
for a few minutes, but couldn’t even break a single strand of the thick rope. 
She dragged the cot over to the door, raising her hand and laying it on the
place where the outside lock lay.  She could unlock anything, anywhere.  The
moment her palm hit the lock, burning pain shot through her and she yelped,
blowing cool air over her skin.  A chuckle came through the door, and she
recognized Jasper’s voice.  “The lock is made of iron, Jenna.  Do you really
think me so foolish?  Be prepared to do my bidding tonight, or find out what
real pain means.”
    “Go to Hades,” she muttered, turning away and shoving the
cot back against the wall.  Iron was poison to fairies.  She was unable to
unlock something that was made of or covered with it.
    Sitting back down on the cot, she checked herself over.  She
was still wearing her gown, and a quick peek under the hem told her that her
panties were intact.  She tested her limbs and looked over her skin for
injuries.  Except for