Chapter 69 I'm In Charge

• "If you start to feel sick, you will go to her right away. That is an order, Roel," Rosette said, turning her attention back to the dead man, her gaze fixed on the lifeless form.
• She heard Roel's happy response in her mind, but her attention was now on the corpse before her. He absolutely reeked. It was like he had rolled through a cemetery to get here. She'd never been so displeased to have a wolf's sense of smell.
• His arm flopped out when she touched it with her nose, and suddenly she understood. Track marks ran up and down his forearm, a grim testament to a life of addiction. She nudged his mouth open and saw the yellowed remains of his teeth, a further indication of his self-destructive habits.