Chapter 77

• “Oh shit,” someone curses beside me. I spare them a glance, it's Santiago.
• I gulp, my throat suddenly dry at the thoughts running through my mind right now. Camilla wouldn't push Angel, would she? I put a pin on that thought, trying to clear my mind of all possible scenarios, the major one being Angel losing the baby and in my head, it doesn't sound so bad. Am I a bad person for thinking this?
• Is my hate for Angel so strong that I would be happy about the possible death of her child, an innocent child, my nephew and what could have been—could be Midnight Saints future Alpha?