Maddox
“Zabrina, why are you all covered in blood?” I ask again as I stare at Alpha Jordan’s daughter. Her yellow dress is covered in the red, sticky substance, as are her hands. It’s smeared all the way up her arms and even on her chin. “Are you injured?”
She shakes her head, “No, King Maddox. It’s not me… it’s… the maid!”
I let out a sigh of relief that it’s not Zabrina who is bleeding profusely, not because I care so much about her but because I don’t want to have to explain to Alpha Jordan or any of his friends that his daughter was grievously injured while she was in my home.
I’ve already sent for help using the mind-link, and as I hear footsteps approaching from behind me, I know that it’s Seth.
Reluctantly, I turn to Isla. She is even more pale than usual, and her bottom lip is
