Kacie

The door opens and Ken and his beta walk in, blood coating their shirts and arms. Ken’s jacket is thrown over his shoulder and his hair is gelled back. Their faces are bruised and I love knowing someone got a good punch in.

He isn’t smiling as his gaze lands on Clara and me, taking in the box of cards and the fixed room. His gaze found mine and I swallowed. He was stalking my way. He didn’t say anything. I held my ground and returned his gaze. I wasn’t about to back down and I ...