It had been established that my life was already in some form of danger.
If the pain from Cole sleeping with someone else didn't drive me insane, it was going to kill me.
If I couldn't get the Lycan Queen to sever the bond between Cole and I, I was going to die.
Adding one more thing to that list seemed inconsequential, until it was yet another thing you had no hand in.
I was back in the living room area. Quinlan was positively subdued, lazily swirling a glass of wine like he hadn't been trying to eat me alive minutes ago.
Mercer was perched on a stool, his fiery red hair standing out starkly in the room. He might have been handsome, were it not for that perpetual sneer on his face that told me his stance on me being a wretched charity case hadn't changed.
Prince Soren was shirtless, thick arms of corded muscles leaning back against the kitchen island leisurely, that hint of mischief never leaving his violet eyes.
