Page 43 of Sold Wolf Slave

“No.” I shook my head. “I’ve known Nolan for all of a couple of days, and already I can tell he isn’t going to be able tokeep his mouth shut. The instant Will finds out, he’ll try and stop it. I’m coming with you.”

“And why do you have to go, then?” Chris asked.

Tilting my head with an amused smirk, I raised my hand and muttered an incantation. Chris’s eyes went wide, and his mouth dropped open as I melted away, turning invisible. When I reappeared, it was behind him.

“I can get us there the fastest,” I said, and he jumped in his seat and spun around, gaping at me in incredulity. “And I can turn us invisible to get in.”

“Not going to lie. That was really cool,” he muttered. Once again, he fell silent, debating. After a moment, he let out a long huff and nodded. “All right. And I’m guessing you don’t want to wait?”

“Hell, no.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “You’re honest, I’ll give you that.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll go tonight. Just be ready.”

“I will be.”

The hallways of the prison were deserted as we crept through the halls. The closest to danger we got was when a random guard strolled past. He paused, his nose wrinkling as he sniffed. He’d caught our scents. Chris and I waited, neither of us breathing as the other man looked around. After a moment, he shook his head and kept moving.

I didn’t let out a sigh of relief until he rounded the corner. “Let’s go,” I whispered, jerking my head down the hall.

We started creeping down the hall, peering into each room as we passed. Half of them had a girl inside, and the sight of each one made me gnash my teeth in anger. I wanted to getthem out of here. But I couldn’t. Not if I wanted to keep Morgan safe and get her out.

The more rooms we looked into, the more my unease grew. Not a single sign of Morgan, not even her scent. The further we got, the more that sickening dread continued to swell and fester inside me.

We got to the final cell. No Morgan.

I frowned, my mind beginning to spin. She should be here, with the other slaves. Where the hell was she? Panic began racing through my head. Had Cain sold her? Decided she wasn’t worth it?

Only that didn’t make sense. When I had scried earlier, I had seen Cain. I knew she was still here somewhere.

I forced myself to breathe. I wouldn’t be any good to her if my head weren’t on straight. As I tried to gather myself and formulate a new plan, Chris’s hand rested lightly on my shoulder.

“Kendra,” he whispered, and I turned to see him pointing at a side door. “Think there might be more behind there?”

Trying to smother the little bubble of hope that had just bloomed, I muttered, “Worth a shot,” and followed him over. He tested the door handle. It wasn’t locked. Slowly, he pulled the door open.

We stepped into a room that had a single cage embedded in the corner. At first, my brow furrowed. What was the point of keeping one slave away from the others? A sort of isolation chamber? Some sort of punishment?

Then I saw the young woman standing in the cage, curled in a ball, back pressed against the stone wall. I couldn’t see herface, but I knew those auburn curls anywhere. My heart leapt into my throat as relief washed over me.

“Morgan!” I raced over, heart pounding.

Morgan’s head shot up. She glanced around, brow furrowed, and I realized I was still invisible. I hastily removed the spell, materializing in front of my sister. Her eyes grew wide as saucers.

“Kendra?” The surprise mutated into fear, and she shook her head. “You have to get out of here.”

“Not without you.” I bent to study the lock. As I scrutinized it, I spoke over my shoulder to Chris. “It’s probably protected by magic, but there’s a chance we can get around it. I—Chris?”

I turned around to see Chris staring at Morgan. His mouth had parted slightly, as if someone had just bashed a mallet against his head, stupefying him temporarily. I didn’t know what had washed over him, nor did I particularly care. We didn’t have time to get distracted.

“Kendra, I don’t—”

“Chris,” I snapped, not even hearing Morgan.

He blinked. “Sorry,” he said. He glanced again at Morgan before coming over to the lock. He crouched and studied it. “I’ve got some experience picking locks. Not as much as Trent or Nolan, but a bit.”

“It’s almost certainly enchanted,” I said. “Using magic won’t work.”

“Kendra,” Morgan said.

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