Chaper 82

Trevor’s dark laugh floated on the breeze. "You could join me in my lair and twiddle my..."

"Enough, Trevor," Rhye growled in warning. Lily muttered a foul curse. "I really, really don’t like this guy."

Rhye turned, releasing his grip on her stiff body and kissing her lips briefly. He needed Lily to be protected in a lair. The sooner it starts, the better. "Stay here and trust me," he said as he moved toward the nearby building and the waiting werewolf.

"Someday, Rhye, I vow to God I'm going to..." His lips twitched in response to her passionate outburst, but he smartly turned his attention to the assassin who waited on the vast terrace. Rhye came to a halt as he approached the steps when a silver-tipped spear struck the ground an inch from the toe of his boot. "That's close enough," Rhye said, his teeth lengthening as his power lowered the temperature.

Trevor was a powerful werewolf who’d been trained by Dimitri, but Rhye wasn’t feared by demons far and wide