He’d felt nothing in so long that the sensation surprised him. Nice to know he still possessed the ability to care about someone other than himself and Titan.
Titan interjected,We will not win against armed guards.
Damn that guard. Bosse could barely see past the blaze of anger threatening to blind him. He curled his fingers into fists that could break rocks, wanting to pummel the spineless slug who struck a woman, especially that woman.
He had cared little for the women in his pack, but he had never allowed one to be abused. His sense of honor mattered nothing when those women had a chance to speak up for him and sat silently. Although he would still protect females, given the chance, women had taught him not to trust them.
The sudden quiet pushed bad memories away for the moment.
That female servant should be weeping, making some kind of sound. What had happened?
Had the guard killed her?
Chapter 4
Alifair bit back angerat this ingrate. Losing her temper would ruin her act of being meek.Never forget the goal.She’d been told that since childhood by a mother whose footsteps she now tried to step into.
Her face didn’t sting from the guard’s slap.
It throbbed.
She blinked away tears. The hood of her black robe and the lack of light beyond the torches made it easier to hide her face. Guards only lit torches around their table at night. This entire place felt like she’d fallen down a rabbit hole and ended up in the Middle Ages. No electric lights or kitchen appliances. No phones, mobile or otherwise. No medical services or law enforcement anywhere around here.
A movie set couldn’t be this sterile of technology.
This scum would not see her cry. What a waste to have used her limited power on that spineless guard knowing he’d hit her, but her idea had worked.
So far.
Sadly, she had not used her magic to avoid harm but to be shoved inside a dangerous wolf shifter’s cage. Friends from her clan back home would be shocked at her for taking such a risk, but they were the same ones who decidedshewas the only one who could succeed at this hellish task. She’d inherited the duty of protecting them.
It would have been nice if she’d inherited her mother’s level of power and experience gained from so many years protecting the clan. Alifair was a poor substitute.
She followed Cyrano, the name she’d given the guard in charge of the basement security until midnight.
With a supersized nose, that guard would be perfect in the role of Cyrano de Bergerac.
