Chapter 94

• Carlos Caddel held the fourth seat at the High Table and was more of an enigma than anyone else I had met. He was literally covered in scars, starting on his face with a previously broken nose and stitches to the cheek. Scars trailed down his arms and back, and rumors whispered by blushing she-wolves suggested there were even more beneath his pant line. These witnesses to the entire debacle were too afraid to approach him but had no problem gossiping from the sidelines.
• Carlos seemed completely disinterested in the entire meeting. Even as Maverick and Arnold spoke of using my abilities for their own gain, he hadn't batted an eyelash. His emotions reflected his relaxed demeanor, making me wonder if he had ever truly cared about anything.
• "I didn't—" I began, but stopped as I met the frozen eyes of Arnold Fox. I had killed a High Table member, the second in rank only to Maverick Billford. Arnold was wealthy and incredibly powerful. My stomach twisted painfully, and a moment later, I was bent over, hurling up my dinner. My nose burned, and my eyes watered, but I couldn't register the pain over my frantic thoughts.