C048: In Which Deadly Promises Are Made

[AZTEC]

"I’m coming with you,” Gemma said nonchalantly, like it was the most normal thing she had ever spoken to the werewolf alpha.

Aztec looked at her, finally convinced that she was an unhinged woman. Where had she even gotten the cuffs from? Or did military lieutenants on leave, walk around with cuffs like Christmas presents?

Damn, Aztec had so many questions, but as they stood at the exit of the hospital, Aztec knew the woman was never going to give him some peace, but a man could try, no?

"You? Coming with me?” Aztec asked, raising a brow at the woman, an act that usually could have gotten people squirming under his gaze. Hell, even Rodrigo did squirm at the gaze sometimes.

However, Gemma looked at him, unfazed, like she was bored out of her mind, not to mention her clear impatience. She wanted to get out of here, but she wanted to be a part of the search party for Sandra too, so she had done the only thing she would have thought of at the moment.

"Yes, are you deaf?” Ge