Anna shot to her feet. “What are you doing? Where’s Cristina?”
Why is Aberdeen standing there glaring daggers at us? Why does he have a gun? Is he crazy?
“What do you think you’re doing?” Conrad asked as he rose from the couch like a mighty mountain coming to life.
Instead of answering, Aberdeen held up his hand, showing off a thick pair of cuffs. “Put these on Conrad. It’ll stop him from changing.”
“I don’t think so.” Conrad started to shift right there behind Anna. And then a shot rang out, hurting Anna’s sensitive ears before pain exploded in her shoulder.
Anna cried out as she was spun around. She managed not to fall as she gripped her shoulder, feeling the blood trickling through her fingers. What in the hell was wrong with this man? Did he really lost his mind?!
“Shift and I’l
