ASHER
This masked menace is still playing mind games with me. How the hell am I supposed to guess who he is?
“I’m not playing any more of your mind games. Like I said, you’re just going to have to kill me first before I agree to answer anymore of your questions.”
“You can call me H.” He chuckles. “Don’t worry pup. I’ll tell you who I am. In due time. For now, let’s just say I’m someone who can be of great help to you.” Again with the patronizing words. “I can bring back the one you lost. Your dead mate.”
“What the f**k did you just say?” This H bastard is lucky he’s grabbing on to my hair right now because I have a mind to deck him all the way to hell. He’s lucky I’m chained up with these wolfsbane laced chains. “You have some nerve talking about s**t you know nothing about.”
“I know
