Ricky was only a few feet away, walking purposely toward the street. I wasn’t quite sure where she was heading, but there was no way I was letting her go without a fight. It wasn’t just because I wanted her to help me rescue my family from Baal. While it would have been nice to have her help, I’m almost ashamed to say it, I chased after her because I was worried about her, and not because there was a magnetic force pulling me toward her because she’d imprinted on me.Whatever was going on in her neck of the shifter woods, seemed pretty pressing, especially since she’d been willing to bail on me so easily. It didn’t seem like something she’d normally do, but then again, how well did I really know her? For all I knew, everything about our relationship was colored by the imprint. Maybe this was how she was? Maybe she’d always drop me at the first sign of trouble?Even if that was the case, if she went off on her own and wound up getting herself killed, I was going to be pissed.
