The Luna of Rain
He tried hiding his fear by lifting his chin in defiance, but I could smell it rolling off him in waves.
“You’re the first rogue we’ve been able to get our hands on,” he said, his voice coming out ice cold. “Thanks to my lovely woman here, we were able to finally catch one of you bastards.”
I flashed the rogue a sickenly sweet smile, which he returned with a glare, probably wishing he could rip my throat out. Now I was really hoping I’d get to play.
Xander stared down at him, a wicked gleam in his eye. Seemed my mate liked a little torture.