Rapheal’s POV

She nodded her head quickly in affirmation. "No—"

"Are you sure?" I gripped her arm tightly, my claw marks appearing on her skin.

"Yes, I did!" she said, fright dancing in those beautiful eyes of hers—eyes I wouldn't hesitate to pluck out if I found out she was plotting against me.

"That's a good girl." I smiled. "So, what did you order the witch to do?" I pulled her in close enough to hear the soft thumping of her heartbeat.

"I asked her to get blood samples ...