Grace
My blood ran cold. "What do you mean?"
“The man I killed, the one we’re saying is Alpha Shadow, isn’t.” He paused. “Well---”
“Is this some sort of joke?” I growled. “It’s not funny.”
There was no way that Eason would make me lie in front of the constituents. There was no way that we'd tell this lie. Alpha Shadow was dead. He had to be unless there was some way to resurrect someone without a head.
“ It's not a joke. Obviously, I wouldn't joke about something like this.”
“ Then you're wrong.”
He scoffed. “ I promise I'm not wrong.”
“Well, you have to be.”
He took a deep breath and met my gaze. “What do you remember about witch challenges?”
I found. What did that have to do with anything? Why was he– I dropped my gaze to my wrist. Every bit of relief and relaxation va
