MARKED BY THE ALPHA'S CURSE
“Your maids can clean a little blood.”
Dominic sighed, swirling the wine again in his hand. “But on a more serious note…” he said, “if I didn’t kill the wizard… then who did?”
“Lucian,” I said, my jaw tightening. “It has to be Lucian.”
Alpha Dominic leaned back in his ornate throne, letting the name hang in the air. “Lucian Drake,” he echoed slowly, swirling his wine again. “And why, exactly, would he kill the wizard?”
I gave him a long look. “Who knows? But tell me, who else would have the motive and the nerve?”
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