Chapter 88
Jake
She's insane.
She's really, truly insane.
I yank at the chains again, ignoring the way the wolfsbane burns into my wrists like molten metal. The cuffs bite deeper the more I struggle, releasing that sickly-sweet scent of my own scorched skin.
The room they've shoved me into used to be mine.
My territory.
My safe place.
Now it's a cell.
The windows are boarded from the outside. The door has three locks and a guard posted at all hours. And everywhere—absolutely everywhere—I smell vampire. That cold, metallic stench that slides under your tongue and settles like poison in your lungs.
My stomach twists.
I can't believe she did this.
Freya.
My mate.
The woman I promised to protect. The woman I once carried through our pack house during the winter festival because she'd twisted her ankle. The woman who used to curl against me at night like I was her whole world.
