FAYE
The prisoner lay crumpled against the chains, his lip split and swollen, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth where Alexander’s fist had landed only moments ago. He coughed wetly, his chest rattling with every breath, but his eyes still burned with defiance.
Alexander stood over him like a storm barely restrained, chest heaving, his fists balled so tightly his knuckles were bone white. He was pacing now, forward and back, as though moving might keep his rage from consuming him whole. But I knew better.
I had seen the way Alexander’s entire body stiffened when the prisoner spat it out. The word alone had lit a fire in him.
“Say it again,” Alexander growled, voice thick with threat, his eyes flashing with the dangerous glint of his wolf. “Repeat it, and I’ll rip your tongue
