Gemma's Mate by Kate Rudolph

Author:Kate Rudolph
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: shapeshifters, werewolves, bbw, fated mates, interracial
Publisher: Kate Rudolph
Published: 2015-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

They were in a cell at Nigel’s estate. Gemma had been locked up here before and the smell hadn’t changed. Her eyes were covered and her hands bound. Mac was somewhere to the left of her and there were no guards around.

Nigel wasn’t that dumb.

If there were no guards, there was a good reason for it. Gemma couldn’t worry about that yet. She was a little sore but uninjured, but she didn’t know Mac’s state.

She was sitting on a cold stone floor and what little movement she could manage wasn’t promising. The stone beneath her and the wall behind her were solid and smooth, if another solution didn’t present itself, she would need to bite through the ropes binding her. It wouldn’t be pleasant.

Gemma pulled the blindfold down so it hung around her neck and let out a sigh of relief when it gave with no resistance. She opened her eyes and let them adjust to the surprisingly bright light of their cell. This cellar had no windows and she didn’t know how far below the ground they were, but the naked bulb in the middle of the room made it as bright as the noonday sun.

Mac was still out, slumped to the side, his hands bound and eyes covered just as hers had been. Gemma crawled across the floor and knelt beside him, removing his blindfold and checking him for injuries. She couldn’t see any vicious wounds on his naked torso. He’d more or less healed from the earlier fight. But the slight bruising on his collarbone relieved her.

It meant that they hadn’t been out for more than a few hours.

As Gemma’s bound hands traced Mac’s cheekbone, his breathing changed. He held himself still and his eyes remained closed, but Gemma knew that he was awake.

“It’s me,” she said. “I can’t scent any guards.”

In the bright light, his eyes were almost honey colored when he opened them. His pupils contracted, shrinking to pinpricks. Sweat dotted his brow and he struggled against his bonds. They were tied so tightly that it did nothing except frustrate him.

“How long?” he asked.

There were a dozen ways to answer the question, but Gemma simply shrugged. “Not too long, I think. But I’m sure we’re at Nigel’s estate in one of the cellars.”

He paled, “Fuck.” His head fell back to rest against the wall and he let out a long breath.

Gemma cradled his bound hands in her own. It wasn’t comfortable, but just knowing that Mac was with her was keeping her from going crazy. She sat next to him and leaned in close, their bodies pressed side by side. “About six years ago there was a boarded up staircase at the other end of the hall. The stairs were rickety as shit, but there was a window two flights up. If I were Nigel, I would have bricked it up ages ago.”

Mac turned toward her, his cheek brushing against the top of her head. “You’ve been here before.”

“Yes.” Though it hadn’t been a question, she answered anyway.

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