Back at Brian's hideout, Kira had just finished brushing her teeth, and the older woman led her out of the small bathroom and back into the bedroom.
Brian was there, dressed in his usual black hoodie, the one he always pulled up to hide most of his face. Kira watched in silence as he tipped a scent suppressant into his palm and popped it into his mouth.
He was really trying his best to remain completely off the grid, hiding his Lycan scent from anyone who might be sniffing around the area.
Over the past three days, Kira had spent every waking moment using her eyes to search the room for a weapon. But Brian was meticulously thorough. The bastard had cleared the space.
He had stripped the entire place bare of anything sharp, anything she might turn against him or use to free herself. He had left her completely helpless.
Or so he thought.
Because an idea had come to her in the dark the night before, and she had already set it quietly in motion.
