I sat on the floor, my back against the cold concrete wall, watching the moisture bead on the surface of the steel door.
I heard footsteps. They weren't the heavy thuds of Rico or the impatient click of Viper’s boots. These were light, graceful, and deliberate.
The lock opened. Nara stood in the threshold. She wasn't wearing the mask of the grieving mate anymore.
She held a suppressed 9mm handgun, the muzzle leveled directly at the space between my eyes. She smiled. It was the most beautiful, horrific thing I had ever seen.
"You really are a persistent little parasite, aren't you, Eloise?" she whispered, her voice smooth.
"Where is Jax?" I rasped, my voice cracking.
Nara tilted her head, a mock-pensive expression crossing her face.
"The boy? Oh, he was so brave. He really thought
