The Alpha's Hardest Game
He leaned down slightly, his face inches from hers, his scent of rain and cedar flooding her senses, bypassing her internal walls with a terrifying, comforting ease.
"The old drainage pipes run parallel through the isolation corridor," Jake continued, his voice dropping into a rough, velvety whisper. "If you press your ear against the cold iron of the floor grate, you can hear the ghost in the next block. For seven days, while I was locked away because of your choices, I listened to a boy fighting off the silver-rot in the cell beside mine. He didn't know I was the Alpha Prime’s son. He just knew someone else was buried in the dark."