Chapter Forty Nine

NOLA

The Lycan was way too quiet for whatever was happening to have been a prank.

”Maybe another entrance?” One of the guards murmured and the heavy grate of the iron bars rolled upwards noisily just as the words fell from his lips so that I watched as the workers threw surprised looks at each other.

”Eyes peeled, something’s not right here.” Hector breathed, before barreling head-first through the gates, his white-blonde head of hair brushing so close to the jagged nails of the mouth of the gate that I quite feared the iron bars would come down on his head with a vengeance.

“Eyes peeled bitch! If you can keep them off the King.” Sarah spat caustically, her voice low and dripping with malice I hadn’t believed her capable of as she sauntered past, the full girth of her hips sashaying after I'd whipped my head to face her retreating backside.

”Nola,” Kalden drawled in warning, falling into step beside me as I opened my mouth to wire a barbed comeback to the annoying blonde woman, effec