And I get to deliver you gift-wrapped in pain and trauma."
I worked at the ropes behind my back, testing their strength. They were tight.
I reached for my power, calling for the silver flames but came up with nothing. Whatever suppressant they'd used was still active.
"Looking for your magic?" Bane asked conversationally. "Won't do you any good. That particular cocktail lasts for hours. By the time it wears off, you'll be long gone from here, delivered to my employer like the good little asset you are."
"Aaron will find me," I said with more confidence than I felt. "He's probably tracking me right now."
"With what?" Bane leaned forward. "We masked all scent trails. You're unconscious, so that mate bond you're so proud of is now useless.
We're outside pack territory, so your dear bro
