Hannah was dead asleep in her cell when a bucket of ice-cold water was splashed over her.
"Fuck!" She jerked upright with a strangled gasp, the shock ripping through her so hard she slapped her palms against the floor to keep from sliding.
Water dripped from her lashes as she snapped her head up—and oh, well, there he was.
The lion shifter stood outside her cell, staring at her with all the emotion of a broken toaster, an empty bucket dangling from his hand.
That bargain-bin Mufasa!
"Are you fucking insane?!" Hannah spat, hair plastered to her face and breath puffing out in furious shivers. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Her fists clenched until her knuckles whitened, her glare sharp enough to skin him alive even as the cold gnawed through her soaked clothes and made her whole body tremble.
But Taryn wasn't moved by her anger. He calmly set the bucket down and asked with a voice cold as steel, "Are you ready to talk now, human? Why are you here?"
