Chapter Eight: TOO EASY TO BLEND PERFECTLY IN

ALLISON KEELER

It wasn't until I awoke in a dimly lit room did it hit me I had slept all through the ride and the day.

That was strange. My mind was too active to have slept, especially with the looming danger. They had drugged me. But how?

Now, it was going to be hard to trace my way out of this Pack. I heaved a sigh and got to my feet. My head hurt and my stomach lurched in a manner I knew I was going to be sick.

I threw up in the toilet, brushed my teeth, and stepped into the shower. There was nothing to wear in the closet except a pleated blue dress and a knitted white apron. I understood what these outfits were. I quickly got dressed.

I returned to the room only to meet with a gruff-looking man whose eyes were carefully considering me. Half of his weight was heavy on the staff in his hand.

The lust in his washed-out blue eyes was perceptible as they roamed my chest and lingered there. He took in his lower lips in a confirmation he found what he was searching for.

"I am Mr.