Chapter 137

• Aysel's POV
• I could smell her fear before I even saw it. Anna's pulse hammered through the air like a frantic drum, betraying every ounce of her arrogance. My one hand pressed against her chest, the other a shard of jagged glass tracing a line from her neck to her flawless face, hovering just above her widened eyes.
• "Investigate me?" I hissed, teeth bared, my claws itching to sink into the soft hide of her arrogance. "You should know by now... I don't play by your rules. Wolves like me... we don't bargain, we don't reason. We take. Or we die trying."