protected from the winds,” he said.
She put her boots back on and went outside with her tent. She pitched it quickly, having done it so many times before, and laid out her sleeping bag. When she came back into the cabin, he was pacing around irritably.
“Everything ok?” she asked.
“Yes, fine. Only, I don’t have any food. I just asked for some dinner to be sent over, but they don’t have the right kind of meat, and most of them are still asleep. I’m going to have to get some myself.” She frowned. But from where? I don’t think there’s a supermarket nearby. She mentally shook herself. He’s going to go hunting for it, stupid!
“Oh, don’t worry about me, I’ve got some snacks in my pack,” she said.
“No, I insist,” he said grandly.
“Ok then.” She was somewhat intrigued to see what he’d come back with.
“Will you be ok here by yourself?”
“Aye. I could do with a shower though, if you wouldn’t mind?”
“Of course.” He showed her through to a well-designed modern bathroom, complete with a cupboard full of clean towels. She stifled a laugh. She’d been preparing herself for him not even having plumbing, but this was a lot like staying in a nice hotel. Absolutely in the middle of nowhere. “Is there anything else you need?” Seeing he had shower gel and shampoo, she said, “no thanks.”
“I’ll be back soon,” he said, closing the door and shutting her in the bathroom.
Adaira turned the shower on and began to strip off her clothes. It felt a little odd to be having a shower in this stranger’s bathroom, but she felt so grimy after her hike that she didn’t care. Damn. She’d left her clean underwear in her bag. She fastened her shirt up again and listened at the bathroom door. There was no sound coming from the cabin. He must’ve left already. She opened the door and went back into the main room. The cabin door was a little open, and there was a long, bushy tail disappearing through it. She stood stock still until the door closed. Huh? Bears don’t have tails like that. There were no windows in the cabin, but she thought there had been one on the bathroom. She ran back in there. There was, but it was high up. She climbed up on the edge of the bathtub and peered through it. And then she drew in a breath at the sight of a huge, black wolf running across the grass and disappearing into the trees. What the hell? I just saw a wolf. But Leigh is a bear . This didn’t make any sense at all. She climbed down from the window and turned the shower off. Washing had suddenly become a low priority. Maybe she’d imagined the tail at the cabin door, and the wolf outside had been a coincidence. She’d go outside and wait for him, and see what species he was when he returned. She pulled at the cabin door to open it, but the handle didn’t turn. Hmm, there must be a latch somewhere. There was a keyhole, but nothing else. She shook the handle. The door gave a little, apart from at a certain point, as if there was a bolt on the other side. No. That’s not possible. She ran her hands all over it, as if she might discover a lock she hadn’t noticed before. Nothing. She shook the handle again, much harder this time, pulled it towards her, put all of her weight against the door and pushed. But it wouldn’t budge. He’s locked me in. I’m locked in a stranger’s cabin, miles and miles from civilization. She started knocking on the door, then yelling “let me out! Somebody! Anybody! Please!” But no-one came. The knocking turned to pounding, hard enough to bruise her knuckles. Her heart hammered in her chest and rage coursed through her body.
“Who on earth is this wolf? And what the hell does he think he’s doing?” she said aloud. “If he thinks he can trap me in here like this, he’s going to be a very sorry wolf, or bear, or whatever the hell he is!”
Chapter Nine
Two hours earlier
Leigh spent the afternoon sitting outside his cabin, waiting for Adaira to arrive.
Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Martin A. Lee, Bruce Shlain