VII

Isaac POV

Innocent and naive were not words one would often use to describe the vixen before me, but they suited her perfectly. The real her, the one she refused to show the world. I knew more than I’d ever admit about the woman, but I didn’t know Maise.

The last time I spoke to her, at the tender age of sixteen, her hair had been freshly cut and she had just bought her first leather jacket. It had yet to be soaked in a traitor’s blood or torn by a delinquent’s feeble attempts at escape.

Us lycans, we had a name for the rogue vigilante. If retribution for your crimes fell into her hands, you experienced the curse of the rogue.

But I had a sneaking suspicion she was a bit more than a rogue.

Tracking her down in Djinn and Juice had not been a mistake. Talking to her, however, was unintended.

I knew she worked at Djinn and Juice - whether it was behind the bar or picking up her next clients, it had been her mainstay since our first conversation all those years ago. Since that