ten. So she and Heuter were alone in the hallway next to the entrance for the room where the party was still going strong.
"So you are the heroine of the day," he said.
Something in his voice didn't track and she frowned at him. "Not really, no. If you'll excuse me?"
But he stepped in front of her. "No. I don't think so. Not today."
And someone who wasn't there grabbed her from behind and sent her to sleep.
Chapter 11
Anna woke with a sickly sweet taste in her mouth that spread into her nose and up through her sinuses, deadening anything else her nose might tell her.
Nausea and a rotten headache vied with the silver collar and high-silver-content, medieval-style cuffs and chains for the honors of the most miserable distractions. Anna tried to remember what had happened that had left her chained up like someone's extreme BDSM fantasy in a human-sized cage that hung in a large empty room. It was dark, and she was alone.
She'd been talking to Heuter, who'd been acting weird. And then...jeez. Had they really chloroformed her? Decades-long killing spree, witch's magic, rare old scary fae bloodlines - and they used chloroform. Several times, if her vague memories of waking up in the backseat of a car were accurate.
That just seemed so...mundane.
She rose to her hands and knees - and that was as far as the chains would let her go. She let the burn of the silver and the desperate need to upchuck her dinner keep her from panic as she tried to think around the headache for a plan of attack.
Lizzie had been raped within hours of when they took her. It was almost the first thing that they had done. And that was the thought that made Anna throw up.
As delicious as the food in Isaac's Irish pub had been, it didn't taste very good the second time around. She managed to get most of it out of the cage, but enough lingered on her hair - for some reason having her hands cuffed and chained had impeded her ability to keep her hair out of her mouth - and had spattered on the edge of the floor that it added to her misery.
And then she wondered if she was as alone in the room as she had thought. She hadn't been able to see or smell the fae who'd been guarding Lizzie's prison on the island. Panic threatened and she forced it down because it wouldn't do her any good.
Charles would be looking for her by now. But when she tried their bond, it was closed as tight as it ever had been. Didn't he know she was missing? Isaac would tell him right away. But what if Isaac didn't know? What if Heuter told him that Anna had decided to go back to the condo on her own? But that didn't make sense, because Isaac would be able to tell Heuter was lying - and Heuter knew that. He'd have to stay as far out of the way as he could so he didn't give himself away to the werewolves.
So why hadn't Charles opened the bond between them?
There was noise outside the cavernous room and Anna crouched low, trying to quiet her breathing and slow down her pounding heart so she could hear through the closed doors and the walls. They were talking pretty loudly so it wasn't too hard to get most of it.
"...pretty one. I like the women and the pretty ones best."
"I thought you had decided you were a superhero, Bulldog?" Heuter's voice was mocking.
"It pays well," the stranger said. "Better than janitorial work. Never got a blow job for cleaning a floor; got one for saving that hooker from her pimp. This one we got now is pretty. Isn't she pretty?"
"Not as pretty as the one you let get away," said Heuter.
"Not my fault. Not my fault. That big wolf - he was going to kill me." There was an edge of hysteria in the man's voice and an odd cadence to his speech pattern. "You never said they'd have a monster with them. Killing werewolves isn't hard. I killed all of them Uncle Travis sent me. Why is that one so hard to kill?"
"The witch did something," said Heuter. "Used some kind of magic so the wolf could see you, and it must have made him stronger. The girl we got tonight is his wife."
"He's going to be so mad at me." He sounded scared.