For a moment, Martha could only stare.
Daniel stood behind the desk, the same man who had driven her through the forest, the same man who had told her he wouldn't hand her over.
Now she knew why no one had dared to stop his car.
“You're…" she started, then stopped.
He finished it for her.
“The Lycan King," he said. “Yes."
Her throat felt dry.
“You let me point a knife at your throat," she said slowly, “without telling me you rule half the wolves on this continent."
“You didn't ask," he replied.
Her eyes narrowed.
“That's your excuse?"
He smiled faintly.
“It's the truth," he said. “If I had told you, you would have either fainted or stabbed me harder. Both seemed inconvenient."
Despite herself, a short breath of laughter escaped her. It died quickly, but it was there.
He moved
