Chapter 12

I scrambled to my feet, clutching the puppy to my chest. My heart slammed itself against my ribcage, trying to escape the confines of my reckless body. I had one thing to do—endear myself to the Hellfire Pack and not get caught—yet I’d risked everything for a dying creature.

“That was Hellfire, wasn’t it?” Rocco strode toward me, his brows tight. “Answer me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, trying to keep my voice even.

“There’s no mistaking the scent of Hellfire.” His gaze dropped to the puppy. “And you used it to feed the runt.”

My throat spasmed. It was hard to say how this conversation was going with all that long hair covering his features. From the way his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, I could tell he was shocked. But would he work out where I’d gotten that fire and tell Griff?

Rocco pointed a finger between my eyes and then trailed it down to the puppy. “She’s already grown three inches. Only magic from someone high up in Hell could have saved a pup on