“Tomorrow we’ll get you some better clothes and then we’ll head back to Seward, off the grid, nobody can know that I’m back in town until I’ve completed what I’ve set out to do.” Adrian made himself comfortable on the chair as Juniper’s eyes snapped up to his.
“Seward?” she asked hesitantly. She was banished from Seward.
“What’s for dinner?” Adrian’s question threw her off.
There was definitely something wrong with him. How could he think of food when he’d just told her he was planning on massacring an Alpha family. Was he insane? Did he think he’d be able to kill them all? She’d seen how calm Malachi Sinclair was under pressure. He was going to get her killed.
“There’s no food here. I buy as I earn.”
“Slow night, huh?” It made sense to Adrian now, the cheap clothes, the scuffed shoes
