Caspian had me pinned. I was backed into a corner near a stack of cooling units. His weapon was steady, leveled at my head, while the other hand gestured toward the empty table where the young wolf had been.
"You’ve always been your own worst enemy, Eloise," Caspian said.
"You had a chance to be part of something that would change the world. But you let your feelings for a beast compromise your judgment, and you just blew your cover. Was it worth it? Was that one life worth the death of your entire mission?"
I gripped my 9mm, my knuckles white.
"It was worth more than anything you’ve ever built, Caspian. My father might have given you the blueprints, but you’re the one who started all of this."
Caspian stepped closer, the shadow of his gun darkening my face.
"Sentiment is a poison,
