“Oh, what the f**k?!” I gasped as my former boss worked his shoulders with a grimace. “What the actual f**k?!”
“You shouldn’t have come back, Liv,” he said, voice grim. “It’s not safe.”
“I don’t… what?” I struggled to get a hold of my scattered mental capabilities, because what I was seeing just couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. “You do not get to explode out of a f*****g raven right in front of me, and then that not be the first topic at hand! Tell me I’m f*****g hallucinating—tell me you’re not a goddamn skinwalker!”
“Of course I am,” he growled. “Why do you think you weren’t killed the second you stepped foot in the slaughterhouse? I kept you safe. I told them you weren’t her. And now here you are, back in Chicago. Do you want to die, Liv? Do you want to sacrifice yourself for that…
