Adrian
Adrian“Kovo traitor. Lies.”
Oh, s**t. What? My mind was spinning with possibilities. Kovo lied? To whom? About what? Was that what the traitor comment was about? Because he’d lied? Would the beast admit if he knew Kovo had murdered someone? Did I want to ask him? Or should I wait and discover the details once I was out of here? There had to be an explanation for all of this.
I refused to believe my unlikely—virtually impossible—reaction to this beast was a mistake. Some kind of cosmic joke. I knew my own mind. I knew what I could and could not accept in a partner. Whatever twist of fate or improbable biology that was going on between us could not be a mistake. If he were evil I would know. I wasn’t into psychic readings and Tarot cards and all that, but I did believe humans—and p
