The Accused Mate
Amara asked, her voice shaking.
Before Celeste could answer, the front door burst inward. Luther stood there, the silver witch-killing knife in his hand, his eyes fixed on Celeste.
"I should have made sure you were dead eighteen years ago," he growled.
Behind him stood Viktor, Ingrid, and several hunts. They had Dorian, bloody and barely aware, held between two of them.
"How touching," Luther said, looking at all of us. "The hybrid, the witch, the Alpha, and the rogue. All together for me to finish at once."
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