Troy
“I just don’t understand,” Jenson growled as he stared out the window. “How could so many people know what was going to happen and no one lifted a finger to stop it. Witches. Cults. The f*****g Fae. Any one of them could have slit Claudine’s throat, and we wouldn’t be here.”
I knew the reason. Every single one of them blamed Kiana and not Claudine. If anyone had known what she was, they would have killed her, but Claudine? What was the point? In their minds, another evil would have simply risen and taken her place. They were too busy searching for the weapon rather than concern themselves with who would use the weapon.
“That doesn’t matter. The only thing we need to concern ourselves with is fortifying the territory. We’ve cut off Claudine’s ability to use Irene or her kids. London
