Masuk(Sienna POV)For a moment, from the way Arthur stares at me, I think he doesn't recognize me. That's not it though. I don't know what's going on behind his eyes, but he definitely knows it's me. I smile, getting used to the feeling of it on my new lips. "What's that matter? Has my beauty stunned you
He needs my help.I pull on my last cuff. Straining my tired muscles with all my strength and trying to do… something. Snap a weak link or rip the hook from the ceiling, even break my wrist. Anything to get free and help my son.Amira's legs shift next and she uses them to lengthen her dash enough t
(Sienna POV)The chains above my head rattle as I thrash, not just in agony, but in an out of control dance of misfiring muscles as electricity has its way with me. I taste blood, and my entire body is coated in sweat which only makes the shocks worse. My arms ache from my wrists which are suspended
(Arthur POV)In my wolf form I tower over Damien. It feels good to shift, like stretching unused limbs. Saliva drips from my mouth in strands as I imagine the taste of his blood. I lick my lips and growl. Damien's smile splits his face like a wound, there's a fire in his eyes as he looks up at me. H
Gun raised, I led the way into the mansion. We've entered a long hallway that I know contains staff rooms, the least fancy sleeping quarters in the whole house and isolated. If I were keeping prisoners this is where I would keep them.One by one the rooms turn out to be empty and a seed of doubt tak
(Arthur POV)The vehicle comes to a stop. It's brand new, an electric thing to make it all but silent. No one will hear us coming. I look around the seating area. Bolson is checking his rifle for the thousandth time, trying to make sure that everything currently in his control remains in his control







