"I heard from Raye that you were in the Sixth District," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "She said you were building houses for people from Rayvehill pack… after they were ruined by a pack war."
My eyes flicked toward his wound again. What could have happened there?
If those people were only refugees, starving and broken, what danger could they have posed to him? What could have carved into his flesh deeply enough to bleed a man like him?
He leaned back in his chair, crimson eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. "I see that you are quite a curious little thing."
I bristled at the way he said it, as if my curiosity were some secret he had already known I would never keep hidden.
