Maisie
I shivered terribly as the seconds trickled by.
The effect of the drugs worsened by the second and it was a fight between the fear of what Mercer would do to Lyon and the rush of excessive heat spreading in my stomach. I had trouble focusing and I was so damned thirsty.
My lips were buzzing when Mercer finally returned a few minutes later. His knuckles were bloodied.
"Where is he?" I demanded, my body spasming.
He paid me no heed, snatching my discarded pants off the ground, handing it to me without even meeting my gaze.
I took it from him, heart racing, and I fumbled around for a bit, trying to put it on. "T-the zipper's ruined."
His head sliced left and Mercer snarled, like he was currently incapable of communicating with words. Like the only way he was able to let out his frustration was through that pained sound. Black flashed in his eyes and his canines elongated, resembling fangs.
