[Elise’s POV] I yank my wrist free of Jose’s grip and attempt to leave, but am stopped as Marty and Rosco block the doorway. Frowning, I slowly look from one man to the next while debating what the chances were of me actually escaping. “Where do you think you’re going?” Rosco asks when I try to co
“I don’t really care, to be honest.” William admits. “I’m sure that whatever it is can be handled easier than holding a woman hostage, don’t you think?” “What a gentleman.” Marty chuckles, his posture relaxing. “But I’m afraid the only way for her to escape is to go through us.” Feeling my fight o
[Rosco's POV] I watch as William and Elise begin to run away as if they were two thieves fleeing a scene. The sight annoys the hell out of me, but I don't move to chase. “There they go.” Marty chuckles, coming to stand beside me. “Should we chase?” “Leave em be.” Jose chuckles, appearing behind u
“William?” Denali repeats, curiosity flashing in her eyes. “So they're alone somewhere right now.” “That is the gist of it.” I respond, turning over and wrapping my arms around her while burying my face in her stomach. “You don't sound too pleased.” Didn't sound pleased. Well, I guess I sounded h
[Denali’s POV] I don’t immediately speak as Rosco’s question settles around us. Even though I was the one who brought up the subject of my mother, it had been so long since I truly said anything about her that I wasn’t exactly sure if I wanted to relive those days of watching her slowly wither away
[William’s POV] I keep my gaze fixed on Elise as she stares at me like I am some sort of foreign being. Was it really that strange for someone to say such a thing to her, or was it a problem because it was me? “If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to kiss you.” I warn, leaning closer. E
“A murderer,” I repeat, raising my brow. “And why would you openly admit to that?” “Because there’s no reason to hide my misdeeds.” Opening my mouth, I prepare to argue with her further, but stop as a loud screech rips through the air. Whirling around, I begin to examine the world around me until
[William’s POV] I wince as Rosco’s words slam into me. Don’t let me down. Why was it that no matter where I was or who I was with, I always held to a higher standard? Even back in Crystal Fang, my father and even Uncle Hamilton would tell me the exact same thing. Since I was young, that was all I