I’m a rogue,” the man said quickly. “And I’m Ella’s brother.”
My entire body went still.
The street was silent except for the soft hum of the engine. The city lights above flickered slightly, casting shadows across the stranger’s face.
Slowly, I turned back to him, my wolf stirring inside me.
“Say that again,” I ordered, my voice dangerously low.
The man pushed back his hood, revealing sharp features, ones that, now that I looked closer, resembled Ella’s in a subtle way. His dark eyes met mine without fear.
“I’m Ella’s brother,” he repeated. “And I know where William is keeping her.”
Hugo’s hand hovered over the gear shift, ready to drive or fight, depending on my command.
I took a slow step toward the rogue, my gaze never leaving his. “If you’re lying to me…”
“I’m not,” he cut me
