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“Oh, I’m sure a wolf like you doesn’t have any issue getting a woman to follow orders,” Lucas responded. “I don’t know many guys who would be able to take on and beat Pierce twice.” Tilting his head, still studying Will like an interesting new specimen, he added, “You know, I might have underestimated you that first time. I always assumed Pierce was a bit of a fluke, since you didn’t kill him the first time. But after that fight, it seemed more like you just didn’t feel like you needed to be bothered. You killed him easily enough this time around.”

“Well, the first time, I was blown away by the lovely stadium,” Will said. “I didn’t want to get more blood on the pristine floor than necessary.”

Lucas threw his head back and laughed, genuine and hearty. It would have been a charming laugh if I didn’t want to tear him to ribbons. I tried to keep my expression neutral even as I could feel my fingers curling into fists. All I could think about was watching Morgan being dragged away.

“You’re all right. How would you think about being more involved?” Lucas asked, head tilting as he studied Will. “We’re always looking for new talent to help our growing operation, and I can tell you that the benefits are generous, to say the least.”

He gave me a pointed look, making it perfectly obvious that when he said “benefits,” he meant “more slaves.” My fingers curled into a fist, and I imagined what it would be like to slam it right into that grinning mouth of his.

Will managed to keep his cool far better than I did. “I might be interested,” he said. “Depending on the job. I’m not the kind of guy who’s gonna be happy just sitting and guarding a door.”

Lucas gave another amused smirk. “No, you don’t seem the type to be happy on the sidelines.” He rubbed his chin. “I think we might be able to get something for you. Maybe not right away, but play your cards right, and we’ll see.”

“I’m not exactly a patient person,” Will said, his lips flicking downward.

Lucas chortled. “Fair enough. I like that blunt quality you’ve got. It’ll serve you well here. I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, I think the big guy would be interested in chatting with you.”

I tried to keep my expression neutral even as my pulse quickened and my breath caught. Cain. He was talking about Cain. Lucas was offering Will the chance to get close to Cain, to Morgan. It was so perfect and so absurd at the same time that I nearly burst into laughter. I managed to keep my tongue as I listened with bated breath, glued to the conversation.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting him, for that matter,” Will said. “I want to compliment him on everything he’s set up here. It’s impressive, to say the least.”

“That it is,” Lucas agreed. He tilted his head once again. “Let me see what I can do. I know where to find you once I’m able to. For now, enjoy your prize.” He flashed me an amused smirk that made my skin crawl and my wolf snarl with rage.

“I intend to,” Will said. His hand slipped around my waist and pulled me against him. I knew it was only for show, but I leaned into him almost instinctively, surprising myself.

“Look at that, she really is learning to behave herself,” Lucas said, raising his eyebrows. He grinned. “It’s easy once you know what strings to pull.”

A small growl escaped my throat despite myself, only audible to Will. My fingers turned to claws despite myself, and I had to retract them.

Lucas gave a curt nod, shot me an amused, smug look that once more made me want to tear him to ribbons, and sauntered away, leaving us alone.

“Are you all right?” Will asked after Lucas had left. He stepped away, leaving me feeling strangely cold without his arm around me.

“I’m fine,” I lied, my jaw tight.

But he continued to stare at me, clearly waiting for some sort of explanation as to why I had reacted that way. When I didn’t answer, he finally asked, “Morgan?”

I gave a short, sharp nod. “He was the one who found us the night we escaped,” I muttered. “The one who brought us to Cain. I didn’t know he was also in charge of the pits until he handed me over to you.”

Without a word, Will pulled me tighter against his naked body, wrapping his arms around me in a hug. I leaned against him, taking in the smell of sweat mixed with his normal scent. It was surprisingly appealing. I let myself slump against him, giving up some of my worries and exhaustion, if only for a moment. After a second, he pulled back, and that cold feeling washed over me once more.

“Don’t worry,” Will growled. “He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“He’s a witch,” I said. “And a powerful one. He isn’t going to go down as easily as Pierce.”

“Leave that to us,” he said.

I shook my head. “That’s not what I’m worried about,” I muttered.

I was worried about what he might do to Morgan if he found out who Will and the others really were. The thought of her being in even more danger because of me once again sent my stomach into somersaults, making it hard to breathe. I couldn’t let her get hurt. She needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

As my thoughts threatened to drown me, an arm wrapped around me, a hand resting lightly on my shoulder as Will pulled me against him. I stiffened for a moment, then leaned into it, taking comfort in his scent despite trying to keep him at arm’s length.

“She won’t be there for much longer,” he promised. “Now that I have an in with Lucas, I’ll be able to get more information on Cain. The sooner I finish the mission and take him down, the faster we’ll be able to get Morgan out of there.”

I didn’t answer, though a nugget of bitter resentment settled somewhere inside me. Of course. He cared more about the mission. What if his mission didn’t call for getting Morgan out safely? What if the two were incompatible?

If that were the case, then I would take matters into my own hands.

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