![]() ![]() Worse than if Adam merely lost out to his wolf. I figured I’d be-cold water dripped on my cheek-right as rain in just a minute, but judging by Adam’s expression, it might not be soon enough to prevent an explosion. Though my brain still wasn’t tracking quite right, it didn’t take much thought to make a connection between the splendid headache that seemed to be centered around my temple and my position on the ground. I reached up with a hand that didn’t want to obey and closed my fist on the collar of his shirt. ![]() well, I couldn’t remember exactly, but it had definitely not been lying on the wet ground, icy rain-or possibly very wet snow-sluicing down on my face as I stared up into Adam’s wild eyes. Someone stifled a laugh, but it wasn’t Adam. I should pay attention to the dangerous gold in his eyes. The gold was worrisome, I thought muzzily, wiping my cheek with a clumsy hand. Icy rain dripped from his forehead onto my face, causing me to blink. Only a few bits of darkness lingered in the bright depths, like bitter chocolate melting in butter. Soul Taken, Mercy Thompson, car mechanic and shapeshifter, must face her greatest fears in this chilling entry in the #1 New York Times bestselling series. ![]()
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