"You know I do find werewolves fascinating creatures."
Keira stared at the mad scientist's back as Carter shoved her into a chair, hand remaining on her shoulder, silently ordering her to stay seated. Distracted by the monitors full of flickering images of bedrooms, corridors, the hall and arenas, one including the field and forest she'd been to earlier, Keira didn't move.
"Good girl," he whispered in mockery by her ear.
It snapped Keira out of her daze from the wall full of screens, and she looked at him with a sardonic smile, eyelashes fluttering. "If you didn't hold my friends hostage right now, I'd create a matching scar down your face."
Carter was expressionless besides the flash of anger behind those dark eyes. "I'd like to see you try." Dark and deadly, his voice should have made her shudder, but it didn't. Instead, it made her heart thump harder, intensifying the need to follow through with that threat.
