chapter 56

It s Deacon, I can smell him. He surprises me with the low, husky hostility in our link and I blink, stomach turning itself in knots as I realize what he just said. Trying to ignore the tone of a killer in his undercurrent because I know Colton is a seasoned warrior, and I m about to see it for myself for a second time. How do you know what Deacon smells like? I blanch, looking from Colton to the truck and trying to figure out how we would know that unless he knew him. He couldn t have gotten scent from my projected memories. I mean, Deacon is a Santo, but if he s been at the facility for years, then I assumed Colton would have been a boy and not really known him. Deacon is older by maybe ten years, and I don t recall pulling him from any of his memories, but then again, I haven t looked. That asshole and his pack snuck off into God knows where after his father died, but I know him. He tried to take me down in front of his pack when I was a kid, to exert his dominance and