“I have no idea what the f**k you’re talking about.”
I laugh again. This time he smiles, too.
Until I add, “He seemed so lucid. And then, all of a sudden, he was saying all this weird s**t, and it wasn’t . . . He didn’t sound normal.”
Koen reaches up, long fingers combing through my hair. Pressing against my scalp. The warmth of his touch has my eyelids fluttering closed. “It wasn’t normal. But I won’t insult your intelligence and tell you that he was talking gibberish. This is bad, Serena.”
Of course it is. “Because of Constantine?”
“Among the rest.” A sigh. His fingertips massage the skin at the back of my head. “Yeah.”
“Can you tell me who he is?”
“He was a Were. About two decades ago, he was directly responsible for the deaths of thousands of Weres and Humans in the Northwest.”
