Third-person POV
Lane didn't answer right away. She just looked at him.
Ethan swallowed hard. His voice dropped, almost pleading.
"I know I shouldn't ask. But you've heard what the full moon does to someone with that mark. If she's still injured from the caning, she'll really die. This is my fault. I failed you. It's on me—"
Lane cut him off coldly.
"Since you know you're wrong, how can you still beg me for her? Ethan, did you forget the blood debt my family paid? She can't escape that. I want her dead more than anyone. And you're asking me to help her?"
She tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes full of mockery. "Did a Rogue eat your brain or something?"
Ethan couldn't say a word. His face turned pale.
He looked at the woman in front of him. Her expression was cold, her eyes c
