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know!” Pain exploded across her back when she touched it against the wall again. “What the hell happened to my back?”
    “Witch lightning,” he said.
    “Is that some kind of super-secret electric fence-like deterrent? Oh my God! You work for the government, don’t you? I walked into some Area 51 kind of bullshit haven’t I? I’ll sign a non-disclosure privacy document promising to never speak of this on penalty of death if you please let me go.” She paused. “Maybe that explains the door. It’s some kind of portable wormhole.” Her eyes went wide. “Holy shit. I’m on another planet. You’re an alien! Or, oh my God. They did it. The government created their own freaking Isle of Dr. Moreau. Either way, fucking H.G. Wells was a goddamn prophet!”
    He stood up, and wow-ie, the whole package was worth a second or third look. “You’re talking nonsense.” A statement which Emma couldn’t disagree with. “I’ll go get our healer.”
    Emma was sure that was code for something bad. “Can I at least get a phone call?”
    “We don’t have phone calls,” he said. “You should lie back down.”
    She watched, not with complete displeasure, as he walked out of the room. He wore tight leather pants that hugged his muscular ass, boots, and a sleeveless black leather vest that showed off his very large and well-defined arms. She spotted her bag in the corner on a wicker-like woven chair. Carefully, because her head felt like a ripe melon on the verge of cracking open, she got up to retrieve it. On the way back, she snatched her T-shirt from where it lay on a table and slipped it on. Instantly, she regretted the move. The shirt stuck to the burns on her back, and Emma had to stifle a cry of pain. She opened the pack and rummaged through, excited when she found her phone.
    How could aliens not know about technology? Hah! Without hesitation, she texted Mike, “CAUGHT. UNSURE OF LOCATION. HELP.”
    The text kicked back as undeliverable. “Shit!” She had zero signal, just like when she’d been in the vault. She tucked the phone back into the bag. Her small brick of plastic explosive and the three detonator wires and blasting caps were still in the bag as well. Why would they have let her keep such a volatile substance? She couldn’t believe they wouldn’t have searched her belongings. Unless… this was a test?
    They might have replaced her items with fakes, trying to see if she would use it against them. You have a one-way ticket on the crazy train, girl. How had she gotten into this mess? Her captor was huge. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall. She was scrappy, but at a little over five feet tall, she was definitely no match for him. The only thing she knew for certain was he hadn’t tried to harm her…yet. Though, she still couldn’t shake the snarling image of the monster he’d become. I must’ve been really out of it . She’d been bug-zapped twice by the sheet of electricity. The pain would have made anyone a little crazy. She put the explosives back in the bag. No sense in poking the bear—uh, wolf.
    Speaking of the wolf, Keir came back into the room with another large man in tow. This guy was shorter than Keir, and he had long blond hair. He wore leather pants and boots, but instead of a leather vest, he donned a cream colored shirt that fit him snug across the shoulders. When he approached her, she could see several spots on his shirt that had been stitched by hand. Had she been kidnapped by a traveling show? She’d have guessed bikers, but there weren’t any patches on their clothing. Bikers had a tendency toward pride when it came to their affiliations.
    “Are you guys professional wrestlers? I haven’t seen this many long-haired, well-built men since watching professional wrestling on Friday nights with Mike.”
    “Who’s Mike?” Keir asked. His gaze held an intensity that made Emma uncomfortable as he waited for her answer.
    “None of your business.”
    “Your mate?”