Mathena shivered, absently rubbing her hands over her bare arms. The chill in the air had nothing to do with the raw spring breeze and everything to do with the very large, very annoyed werewolf stalking silently behind her. Not that she was about to apologize. She hadn’t asked for his interference. And she most certainly didn’t ask to be treated like a helpless bimbo who had to be tucked away in a safe lair while Xeon played superhero. She was the one who
Francisco had harmed and tormented her for years, using her blood to regain his power. She was the one who had dreamed night after night of ripping out the demon’s throat. She was the one who’d tracked the bastard to this neighbourhood. This was her fight, and by God, she was going to see it to the bitter end. And her wicked reaction t
