CHAPTER 77
NAOMII lunged at Ava, wanting nothing more than to wrap my hands around her throat and snap her neck for what she had done to Noah, to Jax, and to me. But the chains yanked me back and cut into my wrists. They seared my skin, and I could smell the flesh melting away.
Damn silver. Damn being a wolf.
She smiled almost sadistically at me, strands of her hair falling into her face, and sat on the bed mere feet away.
I gritted my teeth together and shifted in the bed, so the silver cuffs weren’t touching as much of my skin. There were small burn marks already forming on my wrists that I knew would just get worse and worse the longer that I was chained. “What do you want?”
She brushed her fingers over my cheek, like she was admiring me. “I just want to talk.”
“About what?” I ask
