Claws on Ice
“What are you talking about?”
“Bree Hans?”he scoffed, saying my fake name.
Leaning in, his eyes locked onto mine with zero mercy. “Did you really think changing your name and moving to a poor border town would make everyone forget? The whole northern territory knows what happened, Trixie.”
The sound of my real name out of his mouth felt like a bucket of ice water poured directly down my spine.
“The weak little omega who wanted to be a star,” Harlan continued, taking another slow step forward, completely cornering me against the boards.