CHAPTER 27
-Adrian- The stench of fear and blood hits me as soon as we enter the outer building. It's a familiar scent, one that used to make my stomach turn when I was younger. Now it's just another part of the job—another reminder of what I've become. "You think this one will actually talk?" Killian asks as we head down the stairs to the basement. "They all talk eventually," I reply, my voice cold and hollow, like the space where my heart should be. You're enjoying this, Nox comments, not accusatory, just stating a fact. I enjoy getting information that helps us protect our pack, I correct him, the justification worn and familiar. Keep telling yourself that, he replies. But we both know part of you craves this. The violence. The control. It's what he made us into. I ignore him as we reach th
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