Free Entangled Interaction by Cheyenne Meadows Page A

bit my lip in nervousness. Jasmine's life and virtue depended upon my getting this right the first time. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and focused on that room. I could see the nasty yellow walls, the broken down desk, and icky couch that looked like it should be tossed into a trash bin rather than inside a house.
    The next second, we flashed into the room where I had been held. Both men let me go, heading toward the door. "I don't know where they have her, but this is where they locked me up," I whispered. They nodded, already in motion.
    "Why don't you poof back home? Or to the club? Somewhere well away from here?" Meat sternly suggested. "If you can't get home by yourself, then lock this door and don't open it to anyone but us."
    Oh, yeah. Why didn't I think of that? Maybe because the silly door locked and opened from the outside? Even if I pushed the small sofa against the door, anyone that wanted in would just have to climb over it. That would deter any big bad wolf. Not.
    I began to pace, torn between dashing after Meat and doing as ordered to stay out of the way and let them do their thing. He wanted me to teleport out. As much as I enjoyed the thought of safety and security back home, I couldn't leave them. What if something bad happened? Maybe there were more than the three wolves and they were severely outnumbered? Sure, I might not be much help, but I could do something. Anything. If their lives hung in the balance, I would move heaven and earth if I had to. Time inched by as the silence became deafening. Just when I thought my nerves would fray, the door clicked open.
    My moment of relief crashed like the stock exchange when the darkest haired wolf with the scar sauntered into the room. He stared in my direction as a sinister smile appeared.
    Chills raced up my spine while I broke out into a cold sweat. The cruel promise in his flashing eyes and taut jaw with the thin grinning lips didn't bode well for my future.
    Without saying a word, he stalked me, those long legs crossing the distance easily.
    I scurried from one side to the next, trying desperately to stay out of a corner while debating my limited options. I didn't want to cry out for fear of distracting Meat and his father or ruining any ambush they had planned. Surely, they were working fast, just not quickly enough in my book.
    I had to stall for time. "Why me?" Great first question. Determine how important I am. The more they need me, the longer I drew breath.
    "You're convenient. A female. And one that might provide a bit of entertainment for as long as I decide to let you live." He sneered, slowly shadowing my motions.
    Well, great. So much for the VIP list.
    "What did you do to Jasmine?" Vague questions. Keep the lunatic talking.
    "She's Montana's. No one tells him no." He lunged toward me.
    I squealed and darted, attempting to dash around his left flank and to the door.
    Unfortunately, the beast moved too fast, grabbing me as I attempted to whiz by. One hand clasped my upper arm tight enough to bruise.
    I started to struggle in earnest. Scratching, kicking, even biting at his hands.
    "That's good. I like the feisty ones. They turn me on. Fight all you want."
    He chuckled until my teeth sank into his forearm. At that point, I must have moved past amusing straight to ticking him off.
    A sound slap landed across my face. Ignoring it, I fought all the harder, using anything and everything I could think of to just escape from his clutches. He hit again, this time hard enough to send me sprawling and landing in a heap against the leg of the ancient loveseat. When I didn't move, he stalked closer, a smile of satisfaction plastered on his thin face.
    I gathered my bearings and took a deep breath. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I could teleport. I could run. I could yell my bloody head off. I could…
    My brain finally clicked when a solid object dug into my lower back. The Taser! I stashed it in my waistband under my loose shirt when Meat