Trig’s mouth tightened when he saw the familiar tilt to Jordan’s head. It was like déjà vu of the night they left all over again. No, he had not needed her to give him a detail description of his missions. It was obvious that the human had somehow managed to get her hands on classified information and he seriously doubted that Hunter had just handed it to her.
“Are you sure?” he asked, briefly glancing down the alley at the passing residents.
He watched as she nodded. “Yes,” she replied in a soft voice. “I saw… him.”
“Where?” Trig demanded. “When?”
“He was in the fight ring.” She lowered her eyes when tears filled them again. “They… Trig, I don’t know how he has survived for so long,” she said in a husky voice. “The other men… They had to kill each other and then this creature was rele
