Kendra's eyes snapped open, and she immediately bowed, pressing her forehead to the ground in reverence. Her body trembled with a mixture of fear and respect.
"Who the hell is this?" Knife's voice, though ethereal, was laced with impatience as his dark eyes bore into Kendra.
Kendra, head still low, raised her voice in response. "She is Kendra, the vessel I'm using, my lord. She is close to Marcus."
Knife's spectral figure moved closer, his curiosity piqued. "How did she allow you to use her body?" His voice carried a deadly curiosity, the kind that promised punishment if he wasn't satisfied with the answer.
"She desires Marcus for herself, but when she discovered Alina was his mate, she became bitter and vengeful," Wanda, the voice within Kendra, answered. "I promised to help her kill Alina, so she could have Marcus for herself."