Thea leaned against the doorway, a mocking smirk on her lips. "You really are a big infant, Victoria. Still crying for the protection of a toothless wolf."
Bill heard Thea’s voice. Suddenly, a look of primal terror washed over his face. His body began to tremble violently under the sheets, his scent spiking with the frantic musk of a cornered prey.
"She is a devil..." he croaked, his voice a dry rattle. "The devil... She is not Isabella..."
He timidly dared not look into Thea’s eyes, sensing the dark, lethal power radiating from her.
Nathan stared at Thea with deep skepticism. "What did you do to him? What did you do to break his spirit?"
Thea glared at Nathan, her eyes flashing with a cold, Alpha-level disdain. "Have you lost your mind? What could I possibly do to him? He was in a ca
