Alright, alright, I thought as he trailed off; so far none of this was news to me. Hector’s lack of a surname had always struck me as an odd affectation, but eventually it became one of those things I stopped noticing, like the sky being blue and the fact that there was a sentient entity in my head
Layla’s POVXavier didn’t bat an eyelash at the hostility in my response to his greeting. If anything in fact, his grin seemed to widen, and my clenched fists trembled beneath the duvet I had tucked them under. I was straining against the urge to leap up at him and punch that stupid smile off his
Curiosity. He made a thoughtful noise deep in his throat, and again my eyes trailed back to Xavier, who shrugged.I hadn’t spoken to the man for up to five minutes, and already I was a source of intrigue to him… surely, there had to be a silver lining in that.Michael nodded, as though coming to so
Layla’s POVI paused after speaking, not sure of what would happen next as I observed Xavier, who was hunched over, with an arm thrown across his stomach.He was silent, and the only audible sounds in the room were those of him breathing shakily, which seemed to echo out through the room.For a spli
Layla’s POVThe sound of his polished monk straps on marble echoed through the wide, luxurious hallways as he disappeared, and as I watched him disappear I felt a memory begin to niggle at the edge of my mind.It wasn’t a memory per se, just the impression of one; but before it had even fully formed
Layla’s POVI had been the subject of many a death glare in my life, and perhaps because of this little fact I had it on full authority to say that currently I happened to be on the receiving end of the most chilling I had ever gotten.This wasn’t in the league of my Pack mates isolating looks, or e
Something wasn’t adding up, I could feel my expression start to turn suspicious as I looked at Palmer.“I mean, technically not blood-related,” the blonde added, almost as an afterthought. “They were fostered together.”Oh, I thought. That made a lot more sense.“What did you mean when you said that
Hector’s POVToday was day three. It had been three days since my last night of sleep. Three days since the last known sighting of my mate. That was over seventy-two hours. Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes. Two hundred and fifty-nine thousand seconds—all spent in a state of agitatio