Ivan
"Quinten called me right after what happened the other day," Freddy looked utterly defeated, but I had no sympathy for him. I wish this weren't happening, but all ends had to be burned quickly. "I don't even know how he got my number. I've changed it twelve times in seven years."
"What did he want?" As if I didn't know already. Still, it was best to know it from him. "Did he want you to spy on us?"
"No," swallowing, Freddy's body trembled, the silver getting to him. I was glad we'd listened to George. Freddy was falling apart. "I thought that too, but that's not what he wants."
"Then what does he want," I felt excitement go through me, and it disgusted me slightly. It was a benefit to think like your enemy but also dangerous. Why was I so sure of knowing what Quinten wanted from Freddy?
"To… bring your mate to him," He muttered, his skin looking pale. "And to find some knife he's looking for."
There it was.
