Owen’s voice was calm, but I knew better. I imagined a pretty, six-year-old boy with Owen’s eyes and shuddered in disgust. Grime was the only way to describe the sick bastards who were responsible for all of this.
“You have my word, Owen,” Matt said, evenly though he still looked a little queasy. “Mordecai is on the list.”
Owen nodded and stood, “If you’ll excuse me, I’d… like to smoke in peace.”
Matt nodded, “Eat something as well.”
Owen chuckled, “I promise to eat three squares, alpha.”
Matt’s eyes widened as Owen sauntered towards me. He flashed me a grin.
“Lucky Cherry,” he said and left the room.
I didn’t know how to take that, but I felt a bit embarrassed. Matt sat forward, covering his mouth and looking down at his notes. He sat back with a deep breath and looked at Grace
