ARYA
I screwed up. This realization gnawed at my insides, making me feel sick to my stomach.
Desperation had gotten the best of me, forcing me to drug myself just to have my master cornered in a web of vulnerability. But it was too late now. I couldn't take back the words I'd just uttered.
"How do you know about the moonstone?" Alpha Daxton's grip on my hand tightened as the words escaped his lips.
"You haven't given me an answer," I blinked in an attempt to clear the blur in my vision.
He went silent for a moment, his chest heaving. The words rumbled from his chest when he spoke again.
"I'm not a thief."
Jerk.
How could he have defeated the purpose of the drug?
Or perhaps was it not as potent as I'd thought?
"Liar," I spat, and my master closed his eyes, bringing a hand to the
