Nyree had seen him a handful of times at the Estate, but they’d never spoken and she didn’t know much about him. “Put him in the cage with the other beast. I need to know what we’re dealing with.” Nyree’s stomach dropped, her eyes following the Walker as he was led to the cage holding Rohm. “You’re going to fight,” Chambers began, but was abruptly cut off when Rohm barked, “No.” “Oh, you will fight.” Bending back to the drawer where he found the scalpel, Nyree watched in horror as he pulled out a large pair of stainless steel shears. “Or I’ll start taking pieces off your Angel.” She didn’t need to see Rohm’s face to know he’d do as ordered. But the Walker, what would his motivation to fight be? Survival? She hoped that, because he still bore his halo, it meant he wasn’t mated and there wasn’t an Angel somewhere in the compound who was being used against him like she was being used against Rohm. The psycho with the scissors had called her Rohm’s Angel, but admitted that he knew Rohm wasn’t a Skin Walker. Perhaps the idiot believed she belonged to Rohm because they were brought in together.
