Chapter 38

I blinked as I felt a wave of his power wash over me. It was dominating, trying to force me to comply to his will, but I resisted. I'm not an independent, free-spirited Hunter for nothing.

Still, part of me - okay, most of me - wanted to boast about my grandly-improvised escape plan. "I used my feminine wiles," I said. "And when that didn't work, I resorted to manipulation. Everybody here is absolutely terrified of me, by the way, though I guess it's for good reason."

He frowned. "Did you kill the guard?"

I let out a humorless laugh. "Don't worry, I physically can't kill anybody... yet. He's busy keeping my cell warm for me."

He stepped around me, heading for his desk. He leaned against the slab of wood and picked something up - something that glittered silver in the light.

My dagger.

"Yes," he drawled. "I suppose it would be difficult to kill a wolf without this," he twirled it between his fingers, carefully keeping the silver on his finger