"Harold didn't even have to enter the lodge with his victims because he'd built a way to bring them in with no one ever knowing he had them.""So she may not have been aware after all?" Cole steepled his fingers in front of his mouth, and piercing blue eyes studied me, knowing my answer without me saying it. "Did she say she wasn't part of what had been going on here?"
"Of course she did," I scoffed. "I couldn't take her word for it, Cole, especially after she mentioned the killing fields where we found the buried containers. But she had an excuse for that, too." Sighing, I lifted my glass and downed the contents, pushing it forward to be filled again. "Lyra rejected me as her mate, which she claimed was to protect me. I'd asked her to run away with me multiple times, to escape her father
