She put her hand on Charlesâs back and swallowed. Charles looked at his father. âHave you asked her?â Charles growled low in his chest. The Marrok laughed and stood up. âNevertheless, I will ask. You are Anna?â It wasnât quite a question. Her throat was too dry to say anything, so she nodded. âMy son would like you to accompany us to Montana. I assure you that if anything is not to your liking, Iâll see to it that you can relocate to wherever suits you better.â Charles growled and Bran raised an eyebrow as he looked at him. âI am the Marrok, Charles. If the child wants to go elsewhere, she can.â Anna leaned against Charlesâs hip. âI think Iâd like to see Montana,â she said.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR Patricia Briggs lives in Washington state with her husband, children, and a small herd of horses. Visit her website at www.patriciabriggs.com.