Chapter 33

• “What about it? You came to tell me they all think I’m a freak and a threat, and I’m getting moved to an isolation tank.” I say it so blankly like there’s no feeling behind it, but honestly, I’ve had this worry in the pit of my stomach on and off for hours.
• Isolation tanks dampen gifts and make you unable to do anything much about them. If they think I’m some kind of freak of nature, I can see Juan using that as an excuse to contain me. It would solve the whole imprinting issue and his son being in danger. I would live in a steel box, forgotten in some basement below one of the Santo houses. I could live and rot until I die of old age in there. Problem solved.
• “They’re all too busy figuring out what we do about our lands before we’re hit with another attack. This shit is just the beginning, Lorey. All these years were wasted when we should have been preparing and building an army once more. Now they’re calling on packs from the far reaches to consider uniting and mounting an offensive. No, you’re low on the list of things that worry them today. Whereas, I have a theory.” He smiles a little at that, a lightness hitting his expression, the look of smug knowledge spreading into those bottomless, darkest chocolate eyes, and that annoyingly sexy smile widening enough to bring out dimples and showcase lovely teeth.