Chapter 9
Evelyn’s POV
"You know this mark," Killian repeated, his voice dropping into a low, terrifying purr that vibrated right through the soles of my shoes. He stepped even closer, completely invading my space until I could smell the ozone and blood clinging to his skin. "Who do you belong to, Evelyn?"
"Nobody," I choked out, desperately trying to keep my expression blank. My heart was thumping so hard against my ribs I was certain they could hear it. "I don't belong to anyone. I—I just recognized the symbol from the news. Local pack rivalries. That’s all."
Dominic let out a harsh, mocking laugh from the doorway, tossing the silver medallion into the air and catching it with a metallic clink. "A human bar girl who reads up on underground territory insignias? Try again, sweetheart."
