Aiyana

Aiyana glared at the Boss.

The man had bloodshot eyes, and days growth of beard and he looked like a crazed man.

She shot him a cold look.

“Lower your voice.’ she snapped and he bristled but once again, it was Schwartz's warning hand that made him keep his temper under check.

‘Proserpina can’t ...’

She took a deep breath and went on slowly,’ she’s gone into a coma…’ she began.

Lucien felt as though the breath had been forced ...