Page 99 of Her Wolf

“Fine, Peter.” His fingers touched something, and he pulled it out a second later. A bag of small white pills. “What are these?”

“Rohypnol,” Peter replied cheerily.

Finn’s heart gave a slow, hard thump against his breast bone. “You drugged her?”

Peter’s eyes were bright, intelligent, and wrong. Finn’s beast sniffed at the air, and recoiled.

Those weren’t the eyes of a sane man.

“She was drugged,” Peter said, “But not by me.”

Finn closed his hands over the package. “And Lars?”

“Who?”

“Tall, blond guy.” A sneer found its way onto Finn’s mouth. “You two could have done a fucking photo shoot together?”

“Oh, him?” Peter’s eyes gleamed. “Yeah, that was me.”

Calm. Focus. Fucking zen.

A corpse would be no good to him.

“Where is she?” he spoke carefully, but couldn’t help the way his words shook.

Peter studied him for a second. “Don’t know. Someone took her.”

“Who?”

“Don’t know. We were all wearing masks.”

“You’re not alone?”

“Everyone at the party,” the man corrected. Then his gaze slid away from Finn, studying the room, the gaping windows, the moon hanging in the sky. It was the sole source of illumination in the room, but it was bright enough that it did a spectacular job of highlighting the man’s features. “But, also, I’m not alone.”

A blow torch of irritation flowered inside Finn’s chest. He grabbed Peter’s throat, giving it a warning squeeze while he tried to ignore the howl of his beast.

“How many?”

“An entire SWAT team.”

Finn studied him for a second. “You’re lying.”

Those eyes gave away nothing. “There’s a pocket hidden in the lining of my jacket. Right along the inner seam. Has all the proof you need.”

Finn didn’t break eye contact as his hand darted inside the man’s jacket. He felt along the lining until his fingers touched a reinforced seam. He slid his hand inside and touched metal.

The DEA badge felt too heavy in his palm when he drew it out.

Finn looked up at Peter again.

Long dark hair, dark eyes.

“You put the tracker on Gabriella’s truck,”

Finn said.

It wasn’t a question, but Peter cocked his head and drew his brows together. “Was that her name?”

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