“Amateurs,” Trevor said softly, gazing at their prisoner. If not for the obvious disdain, his tone might even have qualified as amused. “Breaking a picture window? Really?”
Amelia finished the last knot and straightened, ignoring the mewling from behind a cruelly tight gag. This heavyset blond skin, the sole survivor of the squad which had penetrated the east wing, was tied to a straight-backed wooden chair from what had been the servants’ dining room long before this house had been added to Pride properties. Now, the space was only used for an overflow of party guests.
The jäger’s eyes glowed like hot coals, and she c****d her sleek ruddy head. The change burned in her, tiny ripples passing under her skin as her beast moved restlessly. “Shall I question him now, or…?”
The skin made ano
