I push against his chest. It’s like trying to move an army of mountains. “Let me go.”
“Misery.” His eyes bore into mine. “You know I’m not going to do that. Alex,” he says, louder this time, still looking only at me. “Bring back Cal. It looks like we’re going to have to extract Gabi and break the armistice with the Vampyres.”
I overhear a hushed “Yes, Alpha.” Boots leave the room as I sputter:
“What?”
“I have to consider this as an act of aggression on behalf of your father and the rest of the Vampyre council. They sent a plant into Were territory under the guise of Collateral.” His jaw hardens. “And your scent—they tampered with it, didn’t they? They knew it would distract me—”
“No.” I’m crowded. Breathless. “This has nothing to do with my father.”
“Who were you planning to send thi
