At first, when I saw him, I was surprised. I didn’t even blink, just stared at him wide-eyed. I traced him to the table of his supposed enemies, I noticed the way he looked at them as if he owned them and could see the arctic coldness of his steel-grey eyes. He heard what they had to say, a small mocking smirk danced on his lips.
I couldn’t hear what they were discussing, just that it had something to do with some key. And I remembered the soulless man that attached me at the back alley in Auguste. He had mentioned a key too, right after he called me a Lycan b***h. But how was it possible, any of it? How was Adan here?
“Terry?” Mark repeated with a whisper, dark shadow falling in his eyes now when he was actually worried for me.
I finally focused my attention on him. I blinked once, tw
