Ace POV
A knock at the door echoed through the room, and even without turning, I could already tell who it was.
Their scents hit me first—my Gamma, and Lucy, the witch I had been keeping as a prisoner.
I didn't bother adjusting Elena's sleeping form before allowing them to enter.
The door creaked open, and my Gamma stepped in first, dragging Lucy along. She was still in chains, and the moment she stepped into the room, she sneered at me, the heavy cuffs around her wrists clinking as she shifted her weight defiantly.
"Let me guess," she said, tilting her head with mock amusement, "you finally realized something's wrong with your little fucktoy?"
I narrowed my eyes, suppressing the growl bubbling in my chest.
Lucy had never liked me. Not since the day I captured her.
And honestly? The feeling was mutual.
But she was useful. And as much as I wanted to rip her throat out for her constant attitude, I needed her alive—for now.
