Briggs chuckled. It was a deep, rumbling sound that caused a few of his pack members to snicker behind him. “With all due respect, Luna, speed doesn’t matter when I can snap a man’s spine with one hand. We are Vance warriors. We don’t lose battles. We don’t play games. We crush.”
“Is that so?” I smiled. It wasn’t a warm smile. It was the same lethal, sharp smile I had given Genevieve before I rearranged her face in the restroom. “Then crush me, Commander.”
The entire training ground went dead silent. The wind howling through the pine trees was the only sound left.
Up on the observation deck, I heard Genevieve gasp loudly. I didn’t need to look up to know Maddox had stopped drinking his coffee. His golden eyes had narrowed with dark, dangerous anticipation.
Briggs frowned. His smirk van
