Chapitre 295: Avenging Angel (1)

Sitting in the car, Aila waited, her knee bouncing as she scanned the street before her. Cassius didn't say anything besides telling Davian to park there. He mentioned they'd tracked Clint down, but where was he? The red specks in her eyes danced and glowed dangerously, and her claws ripped into the leather of her seat. 

"Who is Clint?" Harry questioned, peering at Aila, who didn't even look his way. Instead, her features darkened, and a snarl escaped her lips.

"A soon-to-be-dead man," she snapped. "Where is he, Cass?"

Travelling for so long and then waiting for Clint to show up was painful. Anxiety, fear and.. the lust for his blood coiled dangerously in her stomach. 

Cassius chuckled darkly. "Oh, he will be here. Patience, little wolf.. Don't go killing him in one go.." He scooted closer from the front seat. "Don't forget what he did. Your parents.. you.."