Cinder
The words leave Jason’s mouth as if he is confessing a sweet secret, his tone almost giddy.
“So...what are you going to do about it, Cinder?” Jason asks, tilting his head. “Kill me? Please, we both know that Pike and your unborn child are two burdens holding you back. With me, you could start over and have an actual werewolf child, not a half-breed.”
I stare at him, barely believing the words coming out of his mouth. Is he sick in the head?
“Cinder,” he drawls. “Are you still here with me? What are you thinking about? Have you finally realized that I’m the sane one and that the fairy freaks need to die?”
...need to die?
My heart thumps painfully in my chest as I take in the monstrous sight of Jason’s smirk before me. He is not just a threat to Pike anymore. He is threatening o
