Kiana
Troy held my hand as I joined him outside of Irene’s little cottage which had, suspiciously, grown twice as big as the last time I saw it. “Been doing a little construction?” I asked lightly.
“We’ve had so many witches stay recently that Irene became annoyed at the size of her house. Jenson had it expanded.”
“Seamlessly.”
Troy smiled. “He’s good at construction. How do you think Razor's Edge was put back together so quickly?”
“And he’d do anything for Irene?”
“Why are there so many wolves in my pack who will not acknowledge their mates?” he said in exasperation before he squeezed my hand. “Are you certain you’re up for this tonight?”
It wasn’t the first time he’d asked as we drove over here, and I nodded. We needed information, and quick. It didn’t matter that my jolt of energ
