Lorelei

The hand over my mouth was warm and unyielding, pressing me back against a chest as solid as stone. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack through bone. Through the darkness of the compound's viewing corridor, through the small reinforced window I'd been peering into, I saw him.

Nikolai.

He sat in the far corner of the cell, his massive Lycan form shrouded in shadow. But his eyes—those eyes were fixed directly on me. On the window. On the small gap where ...