I blinked, trying to wrap my brain around what María José had just dropped on me like a damn bomb.
"Ignacio? Who the hell is Ignacio? You're telling me that's the 'witch'?" I repeated, face wrinkling in contempt.
I just couldn't hide it. I hate him. No other man could even do as much as lustfully smile at what was mine, and yet, he even slept beside her.
She nodded, cheeks still wet with tears and eyes still haunted. "He's not a witch, Axel. We were mistaken. He's something else… he's a demon."
A demon?!
My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard, heart thudding like a drum in my chest. A demon? In our pack? What fresh hell was this?
"Demon?" I scoffed, but my voice betrayed my shock. "You're serious?"
"Yes," she whispered, clutching the leather-bound journal to her chest like it was a life raft. "The 'witch'... Ignacio is his real name. He's not evil like we thought. At least, I don't think so."
Oh, so she suddenly thinks he's not evil? Really? She's got to be kidding me.
