AMELIA
“I didn’t think you’d show up.” Lucius smiled, and it was genuine. He looked younger when he just wanted to be a normal werewolf or was not killing his kind or trafficking humans and smuggling drugs and guns.
“I’m surprised myself.” I raised my hands when one of his men started inspecting me.
“That’s enough, Miguel.”
Despite his order, the guy Miguel did not stop and continued patting me. Then he pulled the stick from my pocket and inspected it.
“I said that’s enough!” His voice boomed, startling me. “One more touch on Amelia, I’ll cut off your hands.”
“Apology, sir.” The man bowed.
“It’s fine.” I took the stick from Miguel and put it back in my pocket. “He’s just doing his job. He doesn’t know me, and he’s right to be thorough and not to trust me.”
He seemed impressed. His
