Alpha considered them both. "He was senile. I mentioned the incident, and he lost it, muttering just one phrase over and over in fear."
"What phrase?" Morana leaned forward.
"Demon eyes."
Silence settled as his words resounded in the space.
"Fuck," Morana shivered. "I just got a chill. Is he the good guy or the bad guy? Someone please tell me."
That was the fucking question.
As far as Tristan was concerned, the Shadow Man could go to hell.
He just gripped Morana's hand and waited for the damn flight to be over, swearing to buy a jet if he landed and actually found his sister this time.
Only a few hours left.