Gabriel's POV
Giovani's voice carried easily across the room, every word was carefully chosen because he knew better than to waste them on trivial matters with me.
"Kian Gravehide has sent people to the villa three times this week," he said flatly. "He actually arrived himself today and offered twice the market value while declaring, loudly, that it was for Chelsea Whitecrown. For both her and her wolf to heal."
I set my glass down on the table a little harder than I had intended but the sound it made gratified the need for violence slightly. My wolf was livid at the audacity that Kian continued to show and he pushed up hard beneath my skin as a growl curled out from my chest.
"He f*****g dares to say that snakes name there…he dares to stand so boldly and without fear of cons
