~CASSELBA'S POV
THE SICK BASTARD IN FRONT OF ME starts whistling and I want nothing more than to sink my fist into the back of his head, but I can't. It riles me up so much that I'm immobile. Any attempt I make against the cuffs on my wrists only make the silver burn deeper into my skin.
Since I have nothing else to do, I decide to engage Terrance in a conversation. It's always good to know the mind of a pyscho-maniac, especially one who had just kidnapped me. His specialty makes me wonder how many years he'd been working for Caden. Terrance was a good gardener but sometimes most of our kind lean deeper into our wild side.
Bounty hunter? he'd said. I never knew the Ferals to employ others to do their dirty work. The fuckers were far too happy watching the light go out from their victims eyes. I could make only one conclusion...
Terrance didn't work for the Ferals. At least not directly. Either way, there's only one way to find out.
