Kiana
I may have said it in passing before, but it was the first time I’d ever introduced Troy as my mate.
To his credit, he didn’t blink an eye. Not at the fake name or the confession of our relationship. Not even to the revelation that Thornston was a friend of my father’s.
A very good friend.
“A mate! Look at you! Ragor’s sweet little girl all grown up,” Thornston said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “A mate of Kiana’s is definitely a friend of mine. I’m sure you have her well in hand. My little Kiana used to be such a hellion.”
My stomach turned, but I just laughed with him. To show even a little hint of distress would only give him more ammunition, and it was too late to signal to Troy to kill him so we could be on our way. There was something about Thornston I didn’t like.
