Mike POV
"Want me to kill him too?" The hooded figure asked Anthony, without looking over at me, simply nodding his head in my general direction. Given the blase edge to this stranger's tone and the boredom written across his features, I got the distinct feeling he was serious.
"How much extra?" Anthony asked, his tone so severe I felt my jaw fall open; I wanted to look at my Beta and ask what the fu*k, but the truth was I was too scared to look away from the demonic freak in case he acted on those unnatural impulses and slit my throat or some s*it! Not like anyone would find me in this dark corner!
"I dunno.. a gold medal?" He grinned so slyly that I almost knew he was enjoying my discomfort. His sarcasm and reference were not lost on Anthony or me; at least, I assumed so, given the
