So you said nothing, time passed, and I had no idea about either thing. Which is why I’m asking you now to please not keep any secrets. Secrets become lies, and lies end up destroying you and everyone you care about.
I blinked twice, getting my bearings, only to realize I was standing stalk still while Mordecai spun and turned around me, grabbing people, delivering strikes, and throwing bodies out of the way. It turned out he did know what he was doing. He was utterly magnificent, and here I was, a dead weight.Alexis, what’s happening? Mordecai asked, thrusting his foot up and crunching a guy right between the legs. That’s what you got for picking on someone who trained with Daisy—no rules.
I freaked out, but I’m back. I’ll— I cut off as I realized the wolves had surrounded us in a large circle. Those in human form—the ones still standing, at least—slowed and took a few steps back, their postures changing. They were waiting for something. I could sense Bria, Jack, and Daisy lurking behind us a ways, and Zorn was following a moving soul that stepped out from around the far corner.Tall and stacked with muscle, the man walked toward us with a slow, hunched-over gait, like a cage fighter entering the cage. His tight jeans must’ve cut off his circulation and his equally tight button-up shirt looked far too expensive to rip when he changed. Like the earlier shifter, he had a pricy watch on his wrist.It had to be Will Green. His minions had secured his prey, and now he would show that he didn’t need to change shape to finish the job.
Look who it is, the man said as he entered the outer ring of wolves. The shifters in human form parted to the sides, giving him more space. The little Wolfram boy. Amazing that you’re still alive.His pale blue gaze swung to me, the first of the shifters to voluntarily notice my presence. His twisted stare, filled with unhinged menace, hit me like a Mack truck, manifesting as a blow to my middle. I barely kept myself from stepping back with the force of it.
And what have we here? I do believe you have the mark of a Demigod. His head tilted, surveying me, and his eyes lit with a vicious gleam that made my skin crawl. You couldn’t have been marked by the father, or I wouldn’t have gotten the tip off. So that must mean you’ve been marked by the son. Greed filled his dead, pale eyes. Does the father want you dead, too, I wonder? He learned his lesson the hard way—everyone knows he’s tried to scare the son away from making the same mistake. A sickly smile spread across his thin lips. The scar running down his cheek and curling around his chin stretched grotesquely. What would you be worth to the son, I wonder, if we were to let you live?
Wow. I blew out a breath and glanced to the side with dramatically played-up fatigue. Do you always babble this much, or just when you’re meeting new people?Okay, Maia says. She bows her head. Wait.
Wait: Huck has done irreparable damage. Something inside of her is broken… or altered. Innocence stolen, spoiled. She now knows she’s the daughter of a cheat and a liar.He loved Mama, Maia says.
I know, Huck says.But love is messy, complicated, and unfair, Maia says, like she’s reciting something out of a book.