(Caspien)
I looked toward Griffen, who had the woman in a tight hold, the knife against her throat, she was shaking her head, and it only brought blood pooling against the knife.
“Please, John, please,” she muttered.
“Shut up,” he growled at her, his anger rising to the surface, cracking his cool mask.
The men formed a ring around us, and John met my stare, a full smile on his face.
“The Alpha Prince, pity you had to die at my hands, but I can’t say I won’t love adding you to my roster.”
“Kill her,” I said to Griffen.
“Stop,” The assassin king shouted; he seemed surprised at himself.
“So she does mean something.” I turned to the woman who was looking decades younger now. “Who are you to him?" I tilted my head towards the assassin. Her lips met in a defiant line. I shrugged, tu
