Priscilla stepped out again, dressed in a tight black shirt and a checkered mini skirt. Her tall boots rose all the way to her knees. She looked more like someone walking into a nightclub than a dungeon.
But Velicia’s eyes weren’t on her.
Behind Priscilla walked a tall, shirtless, broad-shouldered man. His body was scarred from battle. A dark tattoo curled up his chest. It was an emblem Velicia recognized instantly.
The Nightbound crest.
Her heart skipped.
He was Ashton. The Aegis who had vanished. The one the entire pack had been searching for. The one Roland spoke of in grief and anger.
He was alive right in front of her.
Velicia couldn’t speak. Her eyes darted between him and Priscilla, trying to make sense of it all.
Priscilla gave a smug smile. Her eyes were cold.
After escap
