Michael Reese.
“You should know who I am by now. I mean, you got your memories back, right?”
“That wasn’t my question!” she said, still struggling to get loose, making me let out a chuckle. “I’m asking you, who you really are? And what did you do to my son? Where is he?” She added, staring at me with that murderous glare.
Mothers are really scary!
“This is what I like about you. Your straightforwardness and determination make even me feel unnerved.”
“I don’t care about your damn feelings. Answer my questions!”
Her jaw tightened, looking fiercer than usual. I glanced at Ryker, whose eyes never left her, then back at the enraged woman, saying. “Well, I thought it’s obvious. A human with my wits and charm can only be your favorite hunter.”
A slight surprise appeared in her expression,
