Claire’s POV
Darius smirked like the overconfident asshole he could sometimes be – when he wasn’t being a vicious little coward, anyway. Right now, he grinned like he had all the good cards in his hand and was finally ready to show it.
“Darius,” George said, taking in the sight of the man. “What are you doing here?” He eyed the shackles binding Darius’s wrists. What Darius had attempted to do to me and to Leo was no secret. Word traveled through all the packs and George had to have known about it as well.
Maybe that was why he seemed so confused to see the man. Or maybe it was because, “I cast you out of here years ago, and yet you dare show your face again?”
“I didn’t have much choice this time,” Darius said and raised his bound wrists. The metal shackles clinked together as he shook
