Troy
“What the f*ck are you doing here?” I spat, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I locked eyes with Hayden. It had been years since I’d seen his face. He had healed well from the injuries we, the beach rats of Suntra, had given him, but I just see the long scar that ran along his jaw on the left side of his face where Keaton had taken liberties with his knife.
“Heard a rumor you were a big shot; thought I’d see so for myself.” Hayden rocked on heels, looking around. “Such wealth. How lucky of you to bag an Alpha’s daughter.”
I ground my teeth as I frantically mind-linked with Keaton, giving him my location and telling him to bring Robbie, and possibly Rowan, if Rowan’s attention could be spared. Ernest was too far gone with drink to be useful, unfortunately. I felt the hair on my arms prickle to attention as Hayden's dark stare studied my face, taking me in.
“You have no business here—”
