She didn't respond. There was an eyebrow arch, but any words got totally lost in the sound of his voice.
The contract made it a little less pleasant to hold his hand, but only just. She let him tug her, too, despite something in the back of her brain telling her to throw him into a wall and drain him dry for answers right now.
Once they were in the parking lot, Phaedra started to steer Lindsey toward his truck. If she could get him far enough away from other people, one of two things could happen.
She could kill him, or she could force him to talk.
"I'm guessing you feel just fine about getting out of here."