Murphy's POV
"Who are you? Won’t you look at me?"
I exhaled slowly, my shoulders tense, refusing to turn around. "Every single one of the guards here is very well aware of who I am. I won’t look at you when this is some kind of trick. I'd rather they just f*****g kill me than whatever oh-so-hilarious magic torture s**t this is," I snarled.
I was not in a friendly mood, having already endured several days of this, so sue me for being an asshole. Fear and a little bit of anger were radiating off of the person behind me, but I ignored it. I wanted to be left alone.
"Well, I'm not a guard. I don't know who you are or understand what you're talking about," she whispered, frustrated. "But, I- I know you, somehow. I've dreamed of you. I've seen your face and heard your voice. My wolf, she thi
