NOLA REYNOLDS

“And just where do you think you're going?” The Lycan’s gravelly voice intoned, freezing me in my tracks as I inhaled a sharp breath.

“Uh...In the carriage?” I squeaked, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and widening my eyes in faux innocence.

I watched as the man’s face seemed to tense, his eyebrows furrowing deeply before a sinister smile rose on the full line of his lips-the ones that always seemed to be pouting.

It made my spine tingle with alertness as a beat of quiet passed between us so that the din of the horses neighing around filled the air.

“Negative Reynolds, you're riding with me.” Hector...