Free Wolf’s Honor: Caedmon Wolves Book Six by Ambrielle Kirk, Amber Ella Monroe

was caught she’d go to jail. The Cobra organization was, by no means, set up to perform legal activities.
    She should have never listened to Andrew.
    Never again.
    Connor slipped out of his coat, leaned in, and draped it over her shoulders.
    “Thank you.” She breathed in his scent, sandalwood mixed with a sweet underlying aroma. “What was the tip you got from the local cops?”
    “Of that I’m not positively clear, but there was something linking one of the connected murders to a conversation heard over a tapped phone line. When we got the call from our connection at the police station, we had to act quickly. Why was the drop arranged at Dockhouse?”
    “I don’t know. It was where we were sent to deliver the package. I’ve heard of couriers getting caught by the cops in the past, and we’re given very little information for that reason. And it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand when the cops can’t link the organizer to the crime, prosecution becomes difficult. And the way I understand it, no one is ever sent to the same place when working for Cobra. This would be the third time I’ve gone out with my brother, but I’m sure and really afraid that he’s done a lot more of these drops.”
    “How many would you say he’s done?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know exactly.”
    “Would you say that he’s connected on a deeper level than you think?”
    “You think he’s one of them?”
    “Either way, we’ll get to the bottom of it. I made a call before boarding the boat. I have a few of my men actively searching to see what they can find on Cobra.”
    “I need to check on Andrew. I have to find out if he’s okay.”
    “They’re looking into that, too. Don’t worry about anything. I’m here to help you now.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN
    A ntonia followed Connor as he led her inside the small ranch-style home. It was nearing two A.M., and her eyes were still heavy with fatigue despite the short nap she’d taken during the drive to the lake. Her body may have been tired, but she still sought many answers, both about what had happened back at the bar, and about the man who’d saved her. Or the wolf he changed into.
    “How long have you been living out here?”
    “I don’t. This isn’t my permanent address.” He flipped on a few light switches in the home. “I have an apartment in the city. I normally only come out here when I need a vacation away from work.”
    “It’s small and cozy.” She followed him from room to room, observing as he checked out each one.
    There were four small separate rooms. The main living area, some sort of closet or office, the kitchen, and a master suite.
    “Cozy? I guess you could call it that? But is that good or bad?”
    “Good for me. I’m used to it. I share a two-bedroom, one-bath apartment with my brother…”
    She pressed her lips together to stop herself from letting any more incriminating words leave her mouth. For some odd reason, it was easy to talk to Connor as her mind raced with things she wanted to tell him. Yet, she didn’t know where to start.
    Why though? Why did she feel like it was okay to let this stranger know so much?
    Was it because he’d possibly saved her life and was now promising to help clear her name and get her brother back?
    Even so, there was still some information that he didn’t need to know. Knowledge of whom she lived with would not necessarily help him or help her get her brother back.
    “Do you live in the city?”
    “We live—” She swallowed. “Almost.”
    He turned his full attention on her, throwing her an inquisitive look. “Well, this isn’t the city. We’re very far from it, actually. Make yourself comfortable. We’re going to work through this together, but we can’t fix everything overnight.”
    Antonia paused in the main living area as he moved about in the little compact kitchen. “How long do you think it will take to find him?”
    “That depends on if he escaped.”
    “I can call him to