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

the wound from the dart, she was fine.  Just thirsty and a
little hungry.  She didn’t know how long she’d been unconscious, but she
figured it had been at least several hours.
    She grimaced, remembering how Maximus had pointed her out to
the black-clad men.  That slime-eating herffler had sold her out! 
According to Jasper, if he was to be believed, Maximus owed him a debt.  But
what kind of debt would a he-fairy from an affluent family owe to a werewolf in
the Mortal Realm?  It seemed inconceivable, and if she hadn’t witnessed Maximus
betraying her to them, she wouldn’t have believed it.  She’d known he was a
creep, but she had no idea he was the kind of creep that would hand over a
woman to other creeps — criminal ones — to save his own hide.  When she got out
of this mess, she was going to skin him alive.  If she got out of his
mess.
    Jenna shook off the wayward thought.  There were no “ifs” in
this situation.  She had to get away from here so she could spell for
her truemate and start her new life.  She had no plans to join a criminal
enterprise as some kind of magical lock-pick, and she certainly had no plans to
die at Jasper’s hands.  So she would escape.  She had to.
    Time slipped by slowly and she amused herself by imaging her
future with her truemate.  Summer picnics under a canopy of trees, skinny-dipping
under the stars, having children, visiting her parents and his family, making
new friends, learning to drive one of those vehicles .  That would be a kick .
    She could just picture Kari coming to the Mortal Realm to
visit and Jenna driving up to surprise her.  Kari would be jealous of Jenna’s
good fortune and wish that she’d spelled for a truemate and taken a chance.
    Hunger poked angry fingers at her, making her stomach
growl.  The meal she’d had with Kari seemed like a distant dream.  When her
body began to ache from the cot, Jenna paced as far as the short rope would
allow, and sang songs to keep from screaming in boredom.
    The click of a key in the lock alerted her that Jasper had
come back.  There was nothing in the room for her to make a weapon out of to
defend herself.  The only furniture was the small table, which was bolted to
the floor, the cot, which was too heavy for her to do much of anything except
scoot along noisily, and the bucket that had been left behind for her to use as
a toilet.
    This might be her only chance to escape, and she planned to
take the opportunity as soon as it was presented to her.
    Two men came in with Jasper, both tall and lean, with a
hungry, predatory look in their eyes.  She had no doubt that they were wolves
as well, and she shuddered, afraid to know what they were thinking about when
they looked at her like that.
    “It’s time to go.  Be a good girl and do as you’re told.  I
don’t make promises I don’t plan to keep,” Jasper said, reminding her of his
threat to make her suffer with all the delicacy of a brick through stained
glass.
    One of the men, with a tattoo of a skull on his forearm,
untied the rope from the cot and twisted the end around his palm several times,
holding it like a leash.  She kept her expression neutral, following Jasper and
the man who held the rope as they left the small room.  The stairs leading up
were made from rough-hewn wood, and she was very aware as she stepped gingerly
on the planks that she was without shoes.  She wiped her palms on her dress,
her fingers trembling with nerves as they left the cellar and entered a small
kitchen.  The back door was open and she was led through it and out onto a
porch.  Three vehicles, including the large one that she had been taken in,
were parked behind the home.  She glanced around her and saw that the small
house was settled in thick woods, and there appeared to be no other homes
within view.
    There were eight men with them, including Jasper and Tattoo-man,
who held the rope.  Four of them were near the black vehicle, which sat with
the back