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“How’s your stomach?”

He frowned.He hadn’t noticed his stomach at all, but now that it was mentioned, he was kind of hungry.

“Do you feel like you’re going to throw up?”

“No.Just hungry and thirsty.”

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“Well that we can help with.”Weston passed a bottle of water from the front of the car, and Walter grabbed it, handed it over without opening it.

Darcy’s hands were shaking a little as he broke the seal on the lid and opened it, but he had to admit that he appreciated them letting him open it himself so he could be confident it hadn’t been tampered with.

“We’ve got venison jerky.Homemade.”Weston passed that back too in a Tupperware container, and Walter took a piece before handing it to him.

He figured if these guys were going to hurt him, they’d have already done it, so Darcy took a cautious bite, finding it more flavorful than the jerky you could get at the store.Less salty was the big thing.

“It’s good,” he offered.

“You’re damn right it is.We make our own.Best way to preserve deer meat.”

He wasn’t sure what to say to that, so he just munched on the jerky and drank his water as they bumped their way along a dirt road through the forest.To be honest, while he was pretty sure at some point he’d be excited that he’d met wolf shifters, right now he just wanted to be home.

Charma tried going to bed, but he was restless and the fact that Darcy wasn’t there was amplified; he’d never been in this bed without his lover.Oh, sure, sometimes Darcy got up before he did, but that wasn’t the same thing at all.So he got up and wandered the apartment, winding up standing at the window and looking down into the street.This was the first thing he remembered about the apartment itself, was staring down at the street and waiting for Darcy to come back with clothing for him.What a way to meet.They had a story for grandchildren for sure, as his mom would say.The kids of his cousins in their case.

Every time he saw a vehicle come down the street, his whole body would tighten.Was this the car that was bringing Darcy home to home?Was that the truck his man was in?None of the even slowed, let alone stopped.He also scanned the street for parked vehicles, looking for a truck similar to the one that they’d stuffed Darcy into.Just because he’d gotten away didn’t mean that his parents were going to stop trying.Or was he just being paranoid?He didn’t know.

Sighing, he leaned his head against the window, trying not to cry.He’d been so worried and upset and then had come the relief of knowing good people had Darcy instead of the kidnappers, but Darcy still wasn’t home and the worry was still there because something could happen on their way home.Hell, he didn’t know if the wolves who had Darcy had handed him over to Charma’s family yet.He wasn’t usually a doom and gloom thinker, but he was having a hard time not drifting into that right now.Because Darcy wasn’t actually here.

“Bro, you want to come sit and put the TV on or something?”

Nik’s voice startled him and he whipped around.“Oh!I’m sorry.I was trying not to wake you.”

“Eh.You, my bladder, the crick in my neck—I’d say you were more a factor than the whole reason.”Nik stood and stretched before hightailing it to the bathroom.

Charma was still at the window when Nik returned.

“I was seriously—have a seat and we’ll turn on the tube.”

“I don’t want to keep you from sleeping.”