Uncle Malcolm
The truth burned in my chest as I stared at him.
"You failed me," I said slowly. "I gave you clear orders. Very clear orders."
Taylor didn't look up.
"My instruction was simple," I continued. "Kill the girl. That was all. Logan was never the target. I knew your rogue wolves were no match for him."
I let out a dry laugh.
"But you insisted. You swore they could handle it."
My voice dropped.
"Now Logan is alive. Breathing. Strong. And the bitch I wanted dead is also alive."
I shook my head.
"I am disappointed. Very, very disappointed."
Taylor dropped to his knees at once, head bowed so low his forehead almost touched the floor.
"I'm sorry, my lord," he said quickly. "I swear I'll take care of this."
I turned sharply.
"And how do you plan to do that?" I asked. "Or do you think I'm soft now? Is that why you're kneeling here lying to my face?"
He knelt even lower.
"No, my lord. I would never think that."
"Pathetic," I scoffed.
