My Pretty Dirty Kitten
“You scared the shit out of us.”
Us?
I swallow, my head swimming as memories start to crawl back, slow and ugly.
The tracks, the race, Dmitry and his ritual thingy, then someone grabbed me and locked me in a dark room, I turn to Roxy. How did they find me? I was sure I'd die there.
“I was locked in,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. “I couldn’t get out.”
Roxy’s lips tremble. “Then you passed out.”
Passed out.