Chapter 62

“Hmm.” Dana scratched absent-mindedly at her own wound and pushed open the door to the stairwell and walked up to the condo. She typed in the code and the two of them went inside. Tasia moved throughout the space, clearly doing a sweep of the place. On the counter was a small backpack and a new phone.

“If the demon is tracking you, how long until they get here?” Dana stripped out of her filthy disguise as she moved into the bedroom, making sure to shove her bloody shirt into the backpack. Tasia was peering under the bed on all fours, her muscular ass in the air. Dana couldn’t help but admire the view.

“There’s a weird smell,” Tasia said, then stood and turned around. “Reminds me of dark places, like a baseme—”

The werewolf stopped and stared at Dana, her eyes sliding down Dana’s body and lingering on some of the nastier wounds.

“I’m just getting changed,” Dana explained, moving to the dresser to pull out a new shirt and shorts. “The old outfit was for breakin