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raised an eyebrow but refilled it from the bottle.
    He’d set up the food on the small table. It smelled fabulous, rich and full of herbs. For a few seconds, she savored the scent, and then she picked up her spoon and started to eat.
    And didn’t stop until the bowl was empty.
    She sat back and sighed.
    Connor had been sitting on the bed, now he got up refilled her bowl, topped up her mug, then took a bowl of his own and sat back down.
    By the time she had finished the second helping, she was replete, the wine a warm buzz in her belly and brain. “Thank you.”
    He grinned. “My pleasure. There’s cake somewhere.”
    “Later.”
    She watched as he finished his food rather more delicately than she had done. They were going to have to talk soon, and she still wasn’t certain of how much she could safely tell him. She thought of the copious notes she had made over the years—at least the early ones. Her mother had encouraged her to write down everything she remembered, names, places, happenings. None of it made any sense to her, but the notebooks were all piled up behind a loose rock in the wall of the keep.
    They’d thought that if the Agency ever caught up with her, there might be something in there they could use as leverage to keep her alive. But she wouldn’t even know how to separate the useless facts from the important stuff.
    No use putting this off any longer.
    “Who are you?” she asked.
    He placed his bowl on the floor and leaned against the wall, his long legs stretched out in front of him.
    “My name is Connor McNair. I am…I was a doctor. Six years ago a werewolf bit me and my life changed forever.”
    She heard the bitterness in his voice. “Don’t you like your wolf?”
    “What’s to like? He’s a beast, an animal.”
    “He stayed with me those nights, looked after me. He didn’t hurt me.”
    Connor shrugged. “Anyway, afterward I became part of a pack—”
    “Of werewolves?”
    “Yes. The pack is run by a man called Sebastian Quinn. He’s the alpha. He also works with a group of other—” he paused as if unsure how to go on and then shrugged again “—other beings. It’s run by a vampire.”
    “What?” Was he kidding her? Though she supposed if werewolves were real then why not vampires?
    “A year or so ago, Jack—that’s the name of the vampire—infiltrated one of the Agency’s research laboratories and rescued your sister, Tasha.”
    “Tasha is telepathic—like me?”
    “Maybe not as strong, but yes. She’s also a werewolf—she’d been attacked when she was a teenager and been a prisoner ever since. When she escaped, Tasha discovered there were others like her who had been created by the Agency, and she’s been searching for you ever since.”
    She had a sister who was a werewolf and she’d been looking for her? She wasn’t alone in the world. Even though she would probably never meet Tasha, Keira’s heart ached; there was someone out there who cared whether she lived or died.
    “Six months ago, they found Anya,” Connor continued. “She’d been working as an assassin for the Agency—they sent her after Sebastian. But she’d started to suspect the Agency weren’t the good guys they’d made themselves out to be. Anyway, she’s with us now. But she was dying—the Agency had done something to her, given her poison, and without the antidote each day, she would die. Sebastian had to change her to save her life. She’s Sebastian’s mate.”
    “Mate? As in married?”
    “Sort of, I suppose. Tasha and Anya sent you a message.” He reached across and picked up a small tablet computer. “I’m afraid it doesn’t work.”
    “No, I have a bad effect on technology. Pretty much like I do on people.”
    Something occurred to her. The Agency had done something to her as they had to Anya. She wasn’t sure what, but maybe if Connor turned her into a werewolf then he could save her as well.
    “Can you change me?” she asked.
    Shock flashed on his face followed