Katelyn’s POV

“Well, if it isn’t you again,” Isis drawled, her voice dripping with disdain. “You journalists really are like dogs with sharp noses. Always sniffing around, aren’t you?”

I didn’t flinch. I met her gaze evenly, my voice cool and measured. “I’ve got three minutes, Isis. I can help you but first, tell me what you are aware about.”

Her eyes narrowed, but I saw the flicker of panic in them. She wasn’t as composed as she wanted me to believe.

After a beat of ...