- Alexei Sokolov:
I stood there in the kitchen, my right hand frozen in place. I could not move it, could not lift the fork, could not bring myself to put any food in my mouth.
It was not because I wasn't hungry. It was because, as I sat there, listening to the man in front of me—this new wolf shifter, this wet—I didn't know if I should consider him brave or stupid for having enough courage to cross the dragon's territory.
I could not shake the cold, gnawing feeling of disbelief. The things he was saying about his husband/ mate were beyond comprehension.
He spoke in a tone laced with fear and pain, recounting a story that was nothing short of a nightmare.
His husband—a psychopathic serial killer, a nightmare that was dressed as a day dream for the past six years.
A man who killed people just for saying something harsh to his husband, or even just because he thought they flirted with him.
I couldn't process it.
