Chapter Forty-Five

M I K H A I L

I stare at Brody, and immediately my body goes into overdrive. Energy is humming in my veins, and I can tell that it’s Kingsley doing his best to provide me his power without breaking our form and shifting in front of all these humans.

However, their scent and my hate is making me feel strange. I’m eager to tear them into pieces, and I’m basically just hungry for blood at this point, which is a primitive sensation that I never felt before.

But I still control myself.

“I’m getting them ready,” I say, which is a total lie, but my voice sounds believable enough that Brody falters a bit. “They’re going to be freed and handed over to you once I make sure that Yana is well.”

He grins, but I can see his lips shaking. “Sure. She’s right over there, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”

He starts to point vaguely in the distance, and that makes my temper flare.

“I don’t see her,” I say in a low voice. “I have to see her.”

“You will later,” he says dismissively, taking a ste