Lyanna
"You are about to experience that in a few hours."
His eyes go wide again, his grin widening into something almost maddening.
"Ah, you poor thing," he trails his hands against my face, "The mistake you ever made was crossing that damned wall. Too bad you are now entangled with the dark, bloody, werewolves."
Blood begins to pound in my head, and my body is frozen to the spot. Saying my blood runs cold at this point is a serious understatement. I can't feel anything.
But one thing keeps pounding in my head.
Because, a werewolf, who supposedly loved a Fae princess so much, split her open, and sold off her organs.
A werewolf had sold a Fae princess's organs? So werewolves were organ sellers? They are more than monsters!
My body shrinks when Damon clutches my chin hard, "You think accusing me of something I didn't do was funny, right?" His hazel eyes turn darker by the second, his teeth grinding.
