Evgeniya
Finley Jacobs?
“The hell are you doing here?!” I wanted desperately to snatch his smug face through the narrow gap, silver burns be damned.
“You think you’re so smart, you tell me,” he leaned in tantalisingly close to poke out an eye.
“I dunno. Maybe you wanted to lose some more fingers? Even out that other hand.”
His smirk broadened, sickeningly so. “Something tells me that confidence of yours is gonna take a hit in a few minutes.”
He tried to press his Beta aura, an aura not as potent as an Alpha’s but would still command attention. If he thought it would have an effect on me, he was dreaming. Not even an Alpha’s aura bent my neck in submission.
Finley’s focus shifted to a point over my shoulder, his face tightening and eyes narrowing.
‘Someone’s doing a little bit of
