I stayed behind him, watching Liliana thrash in his grip like a fish that had just been yanked out of the water.
My wolf stirred under my skin, low and restless, ears pricked.
The entire scene left a weird taste in my mouth I couldn’t name yet.
She completely lost it.
Kicking, twisting, screaming so loud the walls probably felt it.
“I will never let Scarlett Ravencroft walk away from this! And you, Gary Hirsch, you lowlife piece of s**t who messes around with w****s, you’re gonna get yours too!”
Whores?
There it was again.
My brain short-circuited.
First, “cheap-ass slut,” now this.
Was she talking about me?
Since when was I anybody’s used-up anything?
And since when was Gary the guy who “messed around with w****s”?
The questions piled up so fast that my head felt crowde
