CHAPTER 13
“I’m Henry the eighth I am—” Jewel sang loudly within his mind. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep Laramie from breaking through his barriers and steal the thoughts in his mind, but Jewel knew he had to keep trying.
“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Just show me what I want to know!
Where is Nicu? How much does Ezra know about our faction?” Laramie shouted angrily.
Jewel couldn’t allow Laramie to obtain the information he sought. It would mean the death of not just his mate, but the coven members within the clan, and shits or not, he didn’t want any of them getting hurt. As dysfunctional as it may be, the coven was his family. So, Jewel tightened his reserves, smirked, and asked, “What? Not a fan of Patrick Swayze?”
Laramie grabbed Jewel by the face with one hand, sque
