Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder
Gemma said from behind my back.
I reached back, gently squeezing her arm.
Troy stepped over Romero, his eyes still firmly planted on the map. "What is he after?"
"A stone," Romero said weakly, his eyes beginning to flutter, "a moonstone. He needs it for—for—" he let out a long, choked breath, struggling to breath.
Troy looked down, crouching, his face only a mere foot from Romero's.
"What does this have to do with Maeve?" Troy growled, the map clutched in one hand.