Claudia's POV
The moment Laurence saw us, he came rushing over.
I clenched my teeth. "He's almost here," I murmured.
Then adapt, my wolf growled.
In one smooth motion I rushed to Ronan's side and gripped his arm, as if to steady him. He was weak now, heavy and swaying, drained by grief and shock.
I guided him toward the pavilion steps, playing the part of a concerned bystander. A second before Laurence reached us, my voice turned trembling and sweet.
"Mr. Grayson, are you all right?"
And then I let go on purpose. Ronan lost his balance at once, pitching helplessly forward and crashing down the steps. His forehead struck the stone with a sickening c***k.
Blood welled up instantly, sliding down half his face in warm red trails.
My wolf purred.
Beautiful.
"Mr. Grayson!" Laurence cr
