Mated (Mortal, Book Two)
None of this is his fault; I'm just frustrated.
The man smiles, revealing a few missing teeth. He opens the door and gestures for us to go inside, but neither Alec nor I make a move.
"It's time to rip the band-aid off, take the chicken, and make the broth." The man rubs his hands together and shuffles back down the hallway towards the main part of the warehouse.
"Well, that was a waste of time," Alec mutters.
"I know." I press my fingers to my aching temples. It's been so long since I've slept properly, and with the constant adrenaline now gone, I'm crashing.