“I don’t care what you do with him,” I said to Thayer, staring at the pathetic man who worked for Sina’s father that we had captured on an early morning raid while Sina and the guys were out for breakfast. “Just get me information.”
Thayer smirked wickedly at the man, running his fingers along the sharp edge of a blade and cutting his own flesh in the process. He drew his tongue across his wound, licking up his own blood and stalking closer to the man. “No problem.”
After deciding to let Thayer do what he did best, I walked up my underground prison steps and exited through the hatch above. Once I locked the door, I lifted my nose to the sky and sniffed the air around me.
It smelled like … Sina.
When I spotted her, she was walking back to my pack house alone.
I gritted my teeth and gla
