Maddox
The waiting was gnawing at me; I knew he had told her.
I could understand if she didn’t want anything to do with it, but I knew Charlotte was not cut out for this life—not even a little bit.
Ronan had said that she didn’t take it well.
She left this evening to go back to the States.
I wasn’t normally a patient man, but I didn’t want to drive her further away, and my getting involved may make the situation worse.
I tried to go about my business. I got some sleep, some food, and just stayed close waiting for Ronan to call back with news—but he never did. Someone did call, though, and it was anything but reassuring. Alexander had my attention now and he wanted to play games.
The informant was reliable, and I knew I had to move immediately. Alexander had pissed me off. This motherfucker was going to pay for this shit. He already knew the next time I saw him that his ass was mine—if I didn’t decide to take his fangs. I ended the call and called Ronan.
We needed to get to Joslyn. Right now.