Chapter 9

Troy

Quinn’s heart raged like a storm when I opened the closet in the small bedroom and lifted the hidden trapdoor that led to the bunker under the cabin.

I went down first, standing at the bottom of the ladder, ready to catch her if her foot failed and she fell, but she managed the descend well. Going back up might be a problem, but I’d worry about that when we got there.

I caught her in my arms when she took the last step and landed on the dirt floor. I didn’t need to do it, she was steady on her feet, but I wanted to. My treacherous heart flipped over when I held her, and electricity coursed through my body.

Her heart slowed down and the wild breathing that stormed past her lips evened out. She had to be aware that the way she reacted to my touch wasn’t normal. Even pureblood humans could feel the mate bond to some extent.

The air in the bunker was thick and musty. It smelled of the earth and the stagnant blood of the many people that had bled down here over the years. It reminded