Chapter 7

He came back at nightfall. He wasn't alone. Two of his enforcers flanked him at the Greyline, and between them, wrapped in a wool shawl, stood old Marta. The healer who'd held my hand at my mating. Who'd pressed a warm cup into my palms every morning for seven years and called me sweet girl. She couldn't look at me. "Tell her," Kane said. His voice was very quiet. That was worse than shouting. "Everything you told me in the car. Every word." Marta's hands twisted in her shawl. "Alpha Magnus...