Kylen’s POV
“And?” I snapped, eyes narrowing at Holt and Jakson. “What did you find? Is it Duskridge? Did they do it? Or did she somehow find a way to run away?”
I mean, I shouldn't have underestimated her. She was stronger. A few dose of poison must not be enough to hide her Alpha blood.
Holt hesitated, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face.
I felt the familiar heat crawl up my spine, and my voice dropped lower, sharper. “Tell me. Now.”
Before either of them could respond, Jessa—dressed like she was going to some f*****g garden party—reached over and touched my shoulder gently, her eyes shap.
“Let him talk, Kylen,” she said, her voice all silk and sugar, like I was a child about to throw a tantrum.
I shot her a look, sharp enough to cut.
What the f**k was she even doing here?
