Troy
I schooled my features, deliberately taking some time to consider my choices. “A mate,” I muttered. “An alpha mate.”
“Yes. Do you know what she looked like? What her name was?” There was an intensity in Broderick’s eyes that I did not like. He gave himself away too easily.
He knew that Morven had taken a woman, knew the woman was important, but he had no details about her.
I pretended to think harder and shook my head. “No. I think…I don’t understand. I don’t even know when Morven got a mate or what happened to her. Maybe she died too?” I rubbed my head, feigning a headache. “Is she part of the witches who kidnapped Luana?”
“We are still trying to sort through everything that happened. Morven’s death was the beginning, and we must intervene before it is the end,” Broderick sa
