Hector’s POVIt was an interesting proposition, of course. But more importantly: I called bullshit. “I had the same reaction,” was Michael’s response as his enigmatic smile made a brief comeback. “Elaine was no pushover, but she wasn’t a gifted fighter, either. I raised the same concerns, and when
Slowly, I released a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding as Michael eased out of his chair, leaning forward onto his desk as his gaze turned firmly to me. Every bit of his face seemed cast in stark relief against the dim glow his fireplace gave as he croaked.“She told me that no matter how stro
I squinted, feeling more confused than I had ever been in my life.What are you saying? I wanted to ask him. The Mind or the Body?Inside me, Hal stirred with discontent.‘WE ARE WASTING TIME,’ my wolf growled.Michael, oblivious to all of this, continued on smoothly.“It was hard to wrap my head ar
Hector’s POVMichael’s statement—spoken in that matter-of-fact, no nonsense tone of his—struck right to the heart of things, stopping me short. I flinched without meaning to.It was more of a knee jerk reaction than shock, but as we considered ourselves in the growing silence of his office, the rea
“Because, the Crimson Shadows for reasons I can only speculate on, had decided to systematically wipe out knowledge of even their existence from the surface of the earth.”I felt a chill settle through me at this response, and I shifted in my chair, frowning as he proceeded on, telling me of everyth
Hector’s POVThe words were barely spoken when I started to stand up from my seat, a hot bolt of panic flushing through me as I turned and made to start towards the door.“Where are you going?” Michael called from behind me.I could hear the sound of his chair scraping over the wood-panelled floors
“Alright, answers—I can give you that,” he conceded. “The woman that took Layla is known as Madeline. Madeline Lowell.”I felt my pulse flutter in my throat at the name, and the fact that it rang no bells didn’t stop the churning in my stomach as white hot hate coursed through me. It was an emotion
Our showdown had taken place barely almost two weeks ago, and I’d left him in a bad state. Yet here he stood in front of me, only slightly bruised up in the face, with a slight limp to his movements as evidence to show that he had almost died at my hands.In another week, tops, he was going to be a