Bound to the Prime (Bound to the Pack, #3) Read Free

watering.
    "We need to leave." Ian's voice was barely audible over the ringing in my ears.
    Pulling my hand from the small crater I had punched into the wall I winced at the soreness of it. I hadn't broken any bones but I had definitely done myself some injury.
    Stretching out my hands on the counter gingerly I closed my eyes and sighed in frustration. We were no closer to finding Jen and now we didn't have time to search the house.
    Opening my eyes I drew a fortifying breath and prepared to leave when I caught sight of the pad I had knocked off the counter. I reached down and picked it up, bringing it close to my eyes. The impression of what had been written on the page above was clearly visible.
    "What have you got?" Ian stepped close but paused, headed cocked to the side. I heard the sound a moment later, barely louder than the ringing still in my ears but getting louder by the second.
    Sirens.
    "Definitely time to go," Ian took off running down the hall and I followed right on his heels.
    Thinking quickly I paused outside, ignoring Ian's urging, and locked the door before we ran for the trees opposite the driveway. There was nothing we could do about the tracks we were leaving behind in the snow, but hopefully the locked doors would slow our pursuers enough for us to get away.
    We were well into the woods before the sirens stopped at the house.
    "That was a tad closer than I would like lad." Ian said, head turned to look over his shoulder as we ran deeper into the woods.
    I nodded but didn't reply as I angled our run to take us back towards the town. We needed to get back to Kris and the doctor, but had to go a round about way or our trail would lead the police right to us.
    "What was on that paper?" Ian pressed as we continued to run. "You lit up when you saw it."
    Looking back at him I felt the pad clenched tightly in my hand and answered simply.
    "An address."

Chapter Three
Jen
    W aking up was a slow and confusing ordeal, again.
    As consciousness crept back one slow step at a time I became more and more aware of my surroundings. I was laying down on a bed, but my legs were bunched up and over the side. The bed felt like it was moving too. That wasn't normal.
    Was it?
    Slowly opening my eyes I saw the inside roof of a car. Why had I gone to sleep in a car? Movement above me caught my attention as the vehicle took a wide turn, the directional clicking off as we straightened out.
    Focusing above me I was able to make out the silhouette of a man looming over me, my head must be on his lap.
    "Liam?" I croaked weakly, then began to cough, my mouth was dry and my throat hurt, terribly.
    "Good morning my dear!" Troy's voice pierced the cloud of my confusion and I sat up quickly, pulling my face from his lap as if I had been burned.
    This was the second time in as many weeks that I had passed out, it wasn't a trend I wanted to continue. A splitting headache clouded my thoughts as the events of last night came back to me clearly. I shuddered at the thought of having been touching Troy and pressed myself as far from him as I could manage in the space available.
    His face darkened as he clearly smelled my revulsion, though his twisted smile never altered. It was all I could do to keep my panic down.
    "Now now, don't be that way." He turned back to the road and the smile slid from his face, leaving it unnaturally blank. "You're just confused. I had to give you something to keep you asleep."
    "Where are we?" My voice was hoarse, raw from the pressure he had used to choke me into unconsciousness. "Where are you taking me?"
    Keeping one eye on him I looked around, taking in my surroundings. We were in a pickup truck I vaguely remembered seeing in his garage the one time I had visited his house. There were some bags and luggage in the small space behind our seats; outside was a wilderness of trees, hills, and snow. Wherever we were it felt far off the beaten path.
    "Troy, where are we going?" A little fear crept into my voice as I