Mackenzie POV
“Mackenzie, how are you feeling?” She turned around on her cot to see the anxious face of Cillian Blackwell, looking as sharp as ever, with his hair gelled back, in a black suit.
Mackenzie gasped as she stared at him in astonishment. “Elder Blackwell, what are you doing here?” Though she didn’t know him that well, Mackenzie felt relief flooding her seeing the face of an ally.
“I came to see if they were treating you well,” Blackwell said, his eyes skidding over her form.
“Treating me well? Are you here to get me out? Get us out?” Mackenzie asked. He was, after all, the head of the shifter agency. He must be here on a mission, right?
“And why would I do that? Why would I want to lose… all the profit you girls will bring me?” An uncharacteristic scowl appeared on the Elder
