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to go in her stomach.
    “Fine.” She snatched the tumbler from him, opened her mouth wide, and lifted the rim to her lips.
    His leer as he watched her turned her stomach.
    She cheated slightly to the side, angling so he couldn’t see the corner of her mouth, and let the stuff dribble down her jaw, into her hair, and down the back of her shirt.
    “There.” She thrust the glass back at him with one hand while pretending to wipe the taste from her mouth with the other—and actually squeegeeing the stuff off her cheek. She could only hope the liquid got sufficiently absorbed by her hair and Choice Buy polo and didn’t drip off her butt. Thank goodness the shirt was already dark.
    “Good girl. You’re learning. Guess you really are smart.” His tone was mocking and his leer cruel as he tossed the glass at the pregnant woman, grabbed Emma’s by-now sore wrist, and dragged her out the door of 1B.
    “Isn’t it too early to leave?” Her words were panted, cold breath rasping in and out of her lungs. She didn’t have to work too hard to slur in pretend stupor—fear did it for her. Whatever thin chance she had of Dr. Light figuring out enough to rescue her here, she’d have none at all if she was no longer here to be rescued.
    Hauling her through a lobby full of wolves making a big show of minding their own business, Bruiser waggled eyebrows at her. “We need time for a little pre-ritual cavity check, if you know what I mean.”
    “You’re—oh.” That went beyond insinuation straight to yuck.
    He was taking her to the Manistee forest, now. The pack had sacred ground there, surrounded by talismans that cloaked their ritual place from the forestry service and other mundane eyes, bought at great cost from a powerful nearby witch.
    Dr. Light, for all his brilliance, would never find her.
    She started fighting Bruiser with everything she had, struggling and scratching and clawing.
    He backhanded her into the lobby wall.
    She slid to the floor. He grabbed her wrist and wrenched her to her wavering feet. As he wrestled her out the front of the condo building, she clenched her eyes in pain, a tear threading hot along her cheek.
    She’d never see Dr. Light again. Never smell his crisp, masculine scent. Never see the twinkle in his blue-green eyes. Never hear another awful, beautiful bad joke.
    The roar of a powerful engine and squeal of tires snapped her eyes open. A sports car swung into the parking lot, low, sleek, and topless.
    And filled with a furious Gabriel Light.
    “Oh no you don’t!” Dr. Light roared over the engine. He screeched to a stuck-gum stop inches from Bruiser’s toes. Vaulting from the driver’s seat, he leaped over the passenger door into a flying tackle.
    Bruiser tried to hang onto her, but Dr. Light’s fists pummeled the he-wolf’s face and gut with furious speed. With a roar of his own, Bruiser released her to defend himself.
    The instant Bruiser let her go, Dr. Light shoved him to the side with a stupendous flex of muscle, reached past the flailing wolfman, and lifted her from the sidewalk. Not even sweeping her off her feet, but a grab-and-go, plucking her from the ground and planting her in the passenger seat of the car with more speed than finesse.
    She didn’t mind. A fairytale prince couldn’t have rescued her any better.
    Another athletic leap, using one arm like a pole, vaulted him into the driver seat. He hit the gas, and the car zoomed forward.
    She spared a thought for those poor women in Bruiser’s harem. First chance she got, she’d have to do something for them. But now… She twisted in her seat.
    The he-wolf was running for his monster truck. As he hopped in, she clutched her seat. She knew from experience that thing could eat up the road.
    Dr. Light spun a turn, switching ass for engine, and, flicking gear paddles, roared out of the lot, throwing her back in the seat, not accelerating so much as teleporting.
    “Put on your seat belt,” he shouted at her. “There’s