Chapter 81 Chapter

"Will it buy them their freedom?" Garrick questioned. "What good is twelve million pounds to those who live in servitude like some pitiful underclass?" "Then we will offer you more." I could see the desperate disbelief in Brandon's expression. "Not everything is about money, Walden," smirked Harper and I felt his arm curl around my waist, fingers brushing the curve of my hip and it was then that Brandon's eyes finally snapped in my direction, or more to the point, in Harper's direction as he now held me tight against him. I caught the unmistakable flare that blazed in Brandon's dark eyes and the way in which his lip curled upwards in a silent snarl. In response, Harper just smiled. It was an arrogant, brash smile that must have slammed into Brandon at a hundred miles per hour, because I saw the jolt rock his body and for the first time since I had discovered what he really was, I saw a small pulsation of skin ripple across his forehead. I watched, horrified and disgusted as the thin sk