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small kettle on the camping stove and left it to heat while putting things away on the makeshift shelves.
    She’d cook a dinner, a proper dinner. Steak and salad, then cakes for dessert. Would a werewolf want his steak cooked or raw? A smile tugged at her lips at the thought.
    She had a friend.
    At least for tonight.
    ***
    That night Connor didn’t allow himself to sleep. Keira appeared nowhere near as tired as she’d been the night before and he didn’t fancy waking up to find his brain melting. Instead, he lay beside her, listening to the sound of her breathing.
    He realized something. Always before, he’d found his human self totally submerged when he was in wolf form, but this time he could think clearly. He made a mental note to ask Sebastian whether this was normal.
    When he knew dawn was close, he rose from the bed, grabbed his rucksack in his teeth, and padded outside and back to where he’d left his clothes. He took a deep breath and shifted.
    Once he’d dressed, he sat on a tussock of heather and took out his notebook and pen.
     
    Keira,
    I have to leave but I will be back.
     
    He sat back and chewed the end of his pen while he thought about what to tell her. He didn’t want to mention the Agency. Not until he knew more of her story, and he didn’t think she was ready to tell him yet. She had talked nonstop last night while she cooked and ate. But nothing really of any importance and nothing of the past or how she had come to live here alone on the moors.
    Watching her eat, he reckoned he’d felt the first moment of happiness since he’d been attacked six years ago. It was his goddamn savior complex coming back to life. And he knew that could only cause him pain. He was no savior; he was a monster. He went back to the letter.
     
    You might not know it, but you have sisters, and they’ve been searching for you. They heard rumors and sent me to investigate. They want to help you. I need to return to London, but I’ll be back in two days.
     
    That was the quickest he reckoned he could do the journey both ways and fit in the operation to have the shielding implant. The operation was a simple one. Even so, he knew two days was pushing it. But he remembered Keira’s tears when he’d arrived back last night and couldn’t bear the idea of leaving her longer than he had to.
    He needed to add one more thing.
     
    Keep out of sight—there may be others who heard the rumors.
    Connor.
     
    He thought about taking the note back but when he glanced up, she was standing in front of the keep, one hand shading her eyes from the rising sun. He lifted the note and waved it toward her, placed it on the ground and weighed it down with a rock. Then he turned, picked up his rucksack, and set off. It was at least five miles to where he had left the car, and he wanted to be back in London by nightfall.
    ***
    Keira watched until he’d disappeared across the moor and couldn’t help wondering whether she would ever see him again. The sun was just rising; for once, the sky was clear and the light sparkled on the water of the loch. She walked slowly toward the point where he’d stowed his clothes.
    A piece of paper rested on a tussock of heather under a piece of rock. She was almost scared to reach for it. But at his first words, she relaxed and the tension inside her eased. She sank down to the grass and read the rest.
    She had sisters?
    She’d known she wasn’t the only one. Back at the Agency, they’d told her there were others, but she’d never been allowed to meet them. Keira reckoned they’d probably been “terminated” as they’d planned to do to her. Either that or they now worked for the Agency. But perhaps some had escaped as she had done.
    Could she trust them?
    Maybe this was all a trap. But if Connor had wanted to kill her or even take her back to the Agency, he’d had plenty of opportunities.
    And at the end of his note, he’d said there might be others after her. That had to be the Agency. Who else