My heart raced even faster at the idea of standing beside a fierce masked killer. At last, my jaw loosened enough for me to speak.
“…Are you sure it’s Ajay, Luke? I know him, he doesn’t seem like the type who—”
“I know every single feline in this county, Mrs. Grant. This is Ajay Singh. Or rather, he was.” Sheriff McCord replied fiercely, and his eyes then fell on Alexander’s stern face. “So I was right. This is ‘yours.’”
I bit my lips so I wouldn’t say something reckless, but Alexander’s voice startled me.
“No, he’s not ours,” he replied with a growl. The ear I had pressed against his chest throbbed when he spoke. “But it seems you know where he comes from. Now, what game are you playing? I’m not buying anything yet. I know your kind is capable of anything to fulfill your purposes. It’
