Michael Reese.
“What’s with all the tension in the air?” I languidly said, heaving a sigh, smiling at the alert trio, my gaze fixated on the man hosting that pain-in-the-ass horned serpent. “I’m only here to talk.”
“To talk?” The tall Asian man snorted in disdain, holding Jonathan’s hand. I figured he was his mate, the white wolf with golden eyes. “We all know why you’re here.”
“Good. It’s good that you know. So I’m guessing you’re willing to hand over my dagger?”
I glanced at Hayden, who shielded his friend from my gaze, barely fighting the urge to roll my eyes. The bastard was still showing the love he felt for this pretentious prick. Jonathan must be, for sure, feigning innocence, alluring people with those 'pure-looking' bright eyes of his. There was nothing about him that I found
