Harold’s breathing came in ragged, shallow pants. His face was flushed, sweat beading along his temple as his hand pressed against his chest. Blood trickled slowly from the cut in his lip, catching on his chin before dripping to the floor. His cheek had already darkened with bruising from Marcus’s blow.
“Where’s Landon?” Marcus asked, his voice low and lethal, a predator’s growl just under the words.
Lucas didn’t flinch. His jaw flexed, fists tightening at his sides. “How should I know?”
“Don’t play with me, boy.” Marcus stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “If you’re here with the stray, then your brother is with Aurelia.”
“If that i***t has touched my daughter…” Gregory began.
“Shut the hell up,” Lucas snapped, his eyes flashing dark. “You should be grateful she has a mate who actua
