47 - Indebted to No One

(Drakon)

I looked toward Grigor, 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 Princ