Chapter 21: Lyre: Hunting for Grace
LYRE
There's no point in being angry with the brainless boyfriend; trusting in his authority as the Lycan King is to be expected. All wolves fall under his purview, and even rogues would think thrice before double-crossing the throne.
But I still want to kick his stupid face to the curb.
I slam through the hospital doors with enough force to make the two security guards behind the reception desk jump to their feet.
My wards should have screamed the moment anyone approached Grace's room with harmful intent. They were simple but effective—the magical equivalent of trip wires rigged to flash bombs. Not exactly subtle, but subtlety wasn't the point.
"Miss, you can't—" a woman in scrubs starts.
I cut her off with a look. "Grace Harper. Where is she? Don't give me any bullshit about her being discharged, either."
