2.12 Mystery Man (1)

Boyd POV

“This way,” Laura said in a tone that was too upbeat for me to trust. She was holding the arm of her bloody Alpha mate, skipping along like she didn’t have a care in the world. He took long, steady strides, not put off by her attitude or the way she was hanging on his with her jerky movements at all.

I was as tense as I could fucking be. My hands were tied in front of me with infused hemp rope, the fibers burning into my skin. Sirius was barely with me, constrained by the wolfsbane. If that wasn’t enough, I have two guards on either side of me and one behind. These three were elite guards. Ones I had trained and worked with long ago. The tension was evident in their faces, and I could feel their concern as they were tying my hands. It made all this feel even more sinister, despite Laura’s upbeat mood.

“Oh, Jasper. You’re getting blood on my shirt,” Laura complained, looking down at her loose-fitted backless halter top. She was the one who was clutched onto his bloody arm, bu