Chapter 33. Dead Men Can’t Speak

“Lola.” Jax’s voice had changed. It didn’t make her relax as it had before. His eyes weren’t the ones she had seen when they were in the bedroom, and his face was contorting in anger.

Lola gulped and raised her head. She turned to Ash, who stood on Clay’s other side. He was quietly witnessing the cold exchange.

“Your mate is the reason the vampires are returning to Wild Cliff. This town’s plague is on her hands, and yet,” Mrs. Blackwood said and flicked her tongue. She clasped her hands in front of her body and walked in a circle around Lola. “We haven’t figured out why,” she continued. “But something tells me that this young man carries the answers to all of our questions.” She pulled out a small, finger-long knife from under her sleeve. In a quick, swift motion, she plunged it into Clay’s ch