Fiona's face stayed calm, but the softer her voice, the sharper the ache in Harvey's chest.
A second later, she caught his hand and placed it gently over her heart.
Harvey's fingertips trembled. Before he could speak, Fiona whispered. "Right here. That's where a knife went in... Tore through me."
Beneath his palm, her skin was flawless and soft, without a single scar. But in Harvey's mind, he could see the gruesome, gaping wound.
He stared up at her. Wolf shifters possessed an instinctual, primal intuition for detecting lies. He could feel it in his bones. Every word she had just said was true.
She had really died once!
His throat tightened. "Did it hurt?" He whispered.
Fiona blinked, then gave a faint smile. "Maybe. I don't really remember. But I was lucky. Just before I died for g
