Entering the house, Keiran's darting-around-the-place eyes quickly zoomed in on the hand on his arm, pulling him to another room. When they entered the kitchen, Amely let go of him and crossed her arms, waiting.

“Speak,” she ordered.

“Yes, boss,” Keiran joked, and she narrowed her eyes, annoyance filling them. “First, tell me who she is. Can we trust her?” he asked and pointed at Monica.

Monica stiffened.

“She's my mate,” Adam said and took a free chair, sitting on it.

“But she's a human?” Keiran returned, not trying to hide his surprise.

“We know,” he grumbled in irritation.

Keiran pulled another chair and sat on it, Amely and Monica...