Chapter 62

• Author's POV
• “I would love to see you try,” the man in the black cloak said, his voice low, unhurried. The tone was like steel drawn over stone, a sound that prickled the air. One of the wolves lunged forward instinctively, but Tristan’s hand shot out in warning, halting him.
• Tristan’s gaze stayed locked on the stranger. “I’ll give you one last chance to talk before they pounce on you. Why have you been spying on Rose? Who are you working for? Did Damian send you? Speak!”