BRIGID’S POV

I stared at her, my mouth dry. "What about it?"

Riona gestured to the chair across from her with one elegant finger. "Sit."

I didn't want to, but I also didn't want to find out what would happen if I refused. I perched on the edge of the seat, ready to bolt if needed.

"I killed Alpha Bastien fairly recently," she said, her voice conversational, like she was discussing the weather. "Something you promised me for the longest time."

My stomach clenched. "Sorry, I am not a maniacal ...