Andrei’s POV
Helena didn’t flinch. Her eyes flicked to the ruby-encrusted sword in my hand, but her face betrayed no emotion.
“So you’ve come to kill me,” she said slowly, calmly. She c****d her head to one side. “Pity. I never intended to kill you.”
“No?” I tightened my grip around the scimitar, feeling the ruby pulse beneath my palm. It was warm, like it had been sitting in the sun. “Knowing you, you probably intend to keep me alive, then. Suffering.”
Helena snorted. “You don’t know me at all, Alpha. We’ve only met a handful of times.”
“Yes, well, your reputation precedes you.”
Helena just looked amused, red lips curving further. I took a step forward and raised the scimitar, willing it out of my palm just like the Bloodmoon warrior had before.
But before it could move, the soun
