Keira blinked. The fog parted. She could see a door and a stone wall, and even a square of light coming from a window. Daisy had led her to someone’s home, just not her own. Daisy scrabbled at the door, her nose buried in the corner as her claws scored the wood. Footsteps echoed down a hallway. Then the door opened, and a tall man looked first at Daisy, then at Keira. Mason’s eyebrows rose with shock. “Keira?” Her throat closed. She reached forward, just wanting to be close to him, and Mason met her halfway, his arms surrounding her as he led her into his home.
