Ava hadn't expected the truth to be this explosive. That elegant, refined-looking Lucien—who would've guessed he was such a ruthless, cold-blooded monster? One moment, his teammates were fighting alongside him, and the next—just gone, killed without hesitation. No wonder Lorne had searched so thoroughly, so meticulously, and still couldn't find any trace of the three missing teammates.
Turned out they'd been eaten—by that devil.
"There's gotta be a reason," Ava said, voice cold. "Tell me—what secret was so important that Lucien was willing to kill to protect it?"
Sairos let out a snort of laughter. "He got his good buddy Lorne drunk and stole a kiss. The others saw and threatened to tell Lorne."
Ava was stunned.
That was it? He killed two people over something like that? She couldn't believe it. And to think, she'd actually thought Lucien was handsome and clever—an all-too-rare high-quality man. Sairos, meanwhile, was still mumbling under his breath:
