“She’s not dead, dammit,” Crina snapped at Lucian through the bars of the cell where he sat slumped on the floor. Adam had tried to calm his mate, but she was having none of it. Fane and Decebel stood on the right side of the room, both males staring at Lucian as if they could will him to speak. Fane probably could, but Adam knew he wouldn’t a***e his power that way.
“She could be right.” Elle’s voice filled the space behind them. They all turned as one. Sorin was at her side, his hand resting on her back as he looked around the room and seemed to take in every person’s position.
“See.” Crina snapped her fingers at Adam’s comrade. “Elle knows. She’s a fae and mated to a wolf. She gets it.”
“But just because you could be right doesn’t mean you are,” Elle added.
Crina crossed her arms in
