“Tell. Me. Everything,” Kingston gritted out. “It, uh, went out on the black market. A call for people to bring her to Red River alive. I guess Boudreaux wants to make an example of her,” the fox said, his gaze jumping around the room. “How so?” Brix snarled, fur rippling over his arms. “H-he wants to breed her then kill her.” Brix let out a howl that was pain and rage all wrapped into one. Kingston’s expression had gone completely cold, his face nearly unrecognizable. “The price. Tell me the price.” “Ten million for her alive,” the fox whispered. I couldn’t wait any longer. I knew no
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