Mira's eyes opened slowly like someone had poured honey over her eyelids, or better still, glue.
Her body felt heavy and ached badly, like she'd axed wood in her sleep.
She blinked a few times before her world came into focus as she wondered where she was at first.
Her bedroom? Lucas' mansion. Right.
But how did I even get here?
She reached up to rub her face and winced a little when her fingers brushed her cheek. It was warm and tender, like someone had slapped her.
Oh right! Evelyn slapped me yesterday.
The memory finally started coming back in pieces.
The missing bullion, Sanders Media collapsing, Evelyn's slap, how she wanted to confront Lucas about going back on his word.
The woods.
The wolf.
The—
She stopped to rewind that part.
The wolf that turned into Lucas.
A nervous laugh bubbled up from her chest before she could stop it.
