His Abused Human Mate

orts were slower than normal. Still, she was able to keep outdistancing the men. Had they not been negligent in locking doors, she might never have been able to get as far as she had. And yet, altho

en and bolted of

f snow and was whipping them around in a frenzy, about the turbulent, uninviting landscape. Still, she knew she might never get another chance

ht. But, heavens, she had to try! Let them follow, she prayed, raising her eyes

ing her bare feet, her desire for freedom giving h

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, he stepped outside, his eyes searching for some sign of their fleeing dove. A glance d

he dark field for Casina. "She's heading out back. Won't get far though cuz she ain't wearin' any clothes. Why don

d relief in his voice. "Ca

gale of brisk wind. He grimaced and shook his head at Casina's stupidity. Wishing he had put on a warm coat, he struggled to follow her trail since the raging wind had erased most of her footp

asina, heedless of the stinging sleet and wind at her back and against her bare skin, was trying to warm her fr

umb lips, "I s-sure don't want t-to st-stay with you p-people. I don't th-think I can st-stand anym-more of your k-kin

y to a standing position. "Well, sweetie, it would have been interesting to s

her yet? I've

dot of light moving towards them. Franklin, following the sound of Lester's gritty ba

y out here, so I had to go back and get more ba

firmly and pulled her arm straight, turning it palm up. "I can't

prolonged her silent agony. He made a lengthy charade of pulling a wrapped handkerchief from his pocket and unrolling it across his palm. Then he slowly sorted

ignoring her grunt of pain when she hit the ground. Kneeling beside her, he put a fir

"Make it snappy. My to

rt on. This wo

lled handkerchief, its ends flapping wildly in the wind. Just as he made to plunge th

was staring past him with sagging jaw. Following the direction of his gaze with the flashlight, Crater gape

ed them, the startled orderlies grasped

tening. "Don't you know this is private property

d in as brave a voic

it is we're doing here, it ain't none of your damned business! S

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their last...an