#Chapter 67: Aftermath

ELENA My knuckles still stung. The taste of blood hung in the air—his, not mine—and the man I’d clocked in the mouth earlier had stalked off in a fit of pique. Probably to get backup. If I wanted to make my move, now was the time. The other one, the taller rogue with the cold eyes, was still watching me. Calm. Too calm. It was just him and me. I was weighing my options. I could shift. Nox was already pacing inside me, teeth bared. I was strong enough to take him—maybe. The rogue smirked, as if he could hear the thought before I finished forming it. “Go ahead and shift,” he said, stepping closer. “Make it easy on us.” I narrowed my eyes. “No.” That answer surprised even me. He looked disappointed. “Shame. I was hoping for a little excitement.” That was when the door slammed open. Pierce. His smile was gone. The fake warmth wiped clean. What remained was sharp and furious. “You want to hurt my men?” he said, voice low and full of promise. Then his hand