Winter let out a low, vibrating growl inside my head, the sound so fierce and protective it rattled my teeth.
The link between us was fully restored now, a thick, blazing cord of silver energy that thrummed with a dangerous, unstable power. She wanted blood just as badly as I did. The lackey's confession in the dungeon had echoed through the pack link the exact second Xavier's rage had crested, and though I hadn't been down in the dark cells with him, I had felt the violent, abrupt termination of those three rogue lives through the mental bond.
I leaned my head back against the edge of the tub, staring up at the moisture-beaded ceiling. Sasha. The name tasted like copper in my mouth. She had been the one pulling the strings from the shadows, utilizing desperate rogues to do her dirty work while she waited for the perfect opportunity to strike at the throne.
