Standoff: K.C.
The silver burn on my shoulder radiated a sickening, metallic heat that made the edges of my vision fray. I ignored it. I had to. My focus was entirely on the man in the wool coat and the glowing rectangle of the tablet in his hands. “Nine minutes, Kayvan,” Stroud said, his voice as smooth as silk and twice as cold. “I’m sure your Alpha sense can tell you my heart rate hasn’t increased. I’m not a man of impulse. I am a man of contingencies.” “You’re a man of cowardice,” I spat. Stroud laughed, a dry, rattling sound. “Says the guy who went and hid in the woods. What a waste of-“ He stopped. His head tilted slightly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened. The sound of snapping branches and heavy breathing announced them before they broke the tree line. Marcus emerged first, his ma
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