This was the most information he had gathered so far, but how could he tell Addison any of it? He couldn't trust anyone right now, not really, except for her and her mates.
That also meant he couldn't risk sending his findings to her. If a mole got hold of the information, they could erase all their traces, making it far harder for Maxwell and the others to follow the remaining trails their enemies had left behind, and to understand their motives.
"Since you're of no use, then just die," Maxwell said, his voice icy. His nails elongated, sharp as blades, and he slit the rogue's throat in one swift motion.
The rogue's eyes widened in delayed terror as he stared into Maxwell's cold, unflinching face before collapsing, blood gushing from the severed carotid artery.
Fresh blood spattered across Maxwell's face, but he casually wiped it away with his sleeve.
