The Enemy of My Enemy–1
Sebastian’s POV
My rage bubbled up fast, threatening to boil over. Despite what Hawthorne said about Graves not being a suspect, I hadn’t crossed him off my list.
This guy had kidnapped Thea. Nobody does that shit without some twisted motive. And
Hawthorne’s explanation made zero sense. If he truly didn’t want to hurt her, why kidnap her and force me to make an impossible choice?
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I growled at him.
His gaze swept over me, then scanned the others in the room. Though everyone stood alert, that didn’t seem to shake him in the slightest.
The most dangerous thing about Graves was his sheer insanity. Sure, I was a cold, dangerous person, but Graves took that quality to a whole new level., but Graves took that quality to a whole new level. He was a psychopath and sociopath. Three of the most powerful Alphas in the region were gathered here, and he looked completely unfazed, like
he was in his own damn room.
“I’m here to see Thea. What the hell do you think I’m doing here? Coming to see your
pathetic ass?” he asked with a wicked smile.
Gold began to flash before my eyes, my wolf snarling and grinding his teeth. I clenched my fists, fighting to keep him from taking action in the fucking hospital. This was where
Thea was, and I absolutely couldn’t let that happen.
“You really think we believe you?” Damien asked him. “You kidnapped her just a few
months ago.”
He turned to my brother, his eyes radiating a bone–chilling coldness, as if the man had no
soul whatsoever. Maybe he didn’t. Who the fuck knew?
“Honestly, I don’t give a fuck what any of you think, because I’m not here for any of you,”
he said without losing his cool. “Now tell me how she’s doing, or should I find her physician myself?”
His condescending tone and attitude irritated the hell out of me. I didn’t even understand
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He wished his eyes at me, then threw his head back and laughed, the sound echoing off the waiting room walls. When he abruptly stopped, his gaze locked onto mine.
“Trust me, if I wanted Thest dead, she’d be dead,” he said, his tone utterly flat.
If you’re not the one behind this, why are you here? I don’t understand what her health has to do with you, Seraphina spoke up.
His gaze left me, scanning the others. It finally landed on someone behind me. I turned slowly to see who. It was Sophia.
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