Jasmin's POV
"Who are you?" The words left my lips with icy precision.
Those vacant, colorless eyes that had masqueraded as blind for so long now stared at me with predatory focus. Sharp. Alert. Hunting.
His lips curved into a smile that made my skin crawl.
Deliberate. Wicked. Heavy with buried secrets.
"Well, well," he drawled, stretching his body with obvious satisfaction. "How long have you suspected?"
I held my ground.
Around us, Max and Elliott tore through the remaining wolves with increasing violence. Their movements had sharpened since my questioning began. Max's snarls grew deeper, more savage with each word I spoke. More deadly.
I kept my stare locked on the fraud before me. "Since you started swearing."
His eyebrow lifted with mock curiosity.
