If ever there was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, it’s him.
I lean my head back against the wall.
Kayla…
My friend’s name drifts through my head, and it anchors me.
I came here to find her, or at least find out what happened, and now… I sit up straight.
Now I can.
There’s a part that still holds out hope she’s alive, and I wish with all I am that it’s true. Because if she is, I’ll save her, send her far away where they can never find her, before I burn this place to the ground.
And if she’s dead…
I shake the thought out of my head. It brings another wave of unshakeable anger and lust for blood, and I don’t want that right now.
Just the possibility of finding her is enough to give me strength.
It’s enough to tame the beast.
The door opens, and a dark shape appears, which is both a relief and foreboding in this room of white.
Lucian’s dressed in black trousers, black shirt, and black vest, the manifestation of a living shadow. His hair’s swept back like a worried hand has passed through it, but that face of his still makes me crazy within.
My entire body sings. His very presence shoots pure electricity through me. And everywhere his ropes touched me at the club buzzes in my memory.
“Tell me,” I ask, barely able to stop myself from spitting the words. “Is this one of your control games?”
He looks at me dispassionately, and there are two of those damn bars in his hand, like they’re mocking me. Likehe’smocking me. Even though I just ate, I curse how my mouth waters at the sight of them.
I’m not his fucking pet.
“A game?” he asks.
I narrow my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
He crouches in front of me. “Enlighten me. Please.”
“Are you controlling me right now? With your power?”
His gaze shifts over me. “That’s not how it works.”
“Then how does it work?”
“Eat,” he says, handing the bars to me.
“No.” I shake my head. “I’m full.”
“You feel full because you ate the most potent of our bars. Eat these. You’re still hungry. The black bars are the closest to feeding. These are what we have for snacks and emergencies.”
Glancing at them, I notice these protein bars are wrapped in red with black writing instead. I eye him suspiciously.
“They’re not poison, Monty. You wanted me to feed you. Eat.”
Bitterness rises like bile, but I swallow it down.
“Where’s my friend?” I ask for what feels like the millionth time. “Kayla Evans?”
