FAYE
Alexander walked past me... into the cell. The prisoner’s eyes darted up at him and, despite the man’s attempt at composure, I saw the trace of instinctive fear. He flinched...just slightly, but it was enough.
For a heartbeat, I thought Alexander would lash out again. But he didn’t.
Instead, he stopped right in front of the man. The anger I’d seen earlier, seemed to have cooled. Perhaps he’d realized what I already knew: sometimes anger pushed walls higher, but calm…calm could pry secrets loose.
“If this Marcus is so careful, so mysterious,” Alexander said. “...to the point where you know nothing about him beyond a name…then tell me...how do you know he’s coming to take Blood Crescent as Alpha?”
The question hung in the air... that was a good one. But I could bet he wasn't going
