I had the healer by her throat before she ever made it into the living room.
My claws dug into the soft flesh beneath her jaw as I lifted her clean off the ground.
I'd known her for a decade now, but it was the first time she expressed any kind of feeling other than the sick excitement she had towards tormenting Maisie. Her brown eyes grew wide with shock that quickly turned to raw panic. The five other doctors Jericho and Soren had summoned on such short notice for a fucking second opinion froze inside the room.
I wanted them to know what precisely was going to happen to them if my mother had lined their pockets with enough gold to make them toy around with the life of my mate by lying to us that she was fine, even if she clearly wasn't.
"Mercer!" Maisie's voice came behind me. "Stop it. Put her down!"
