Wherever You Go, I’ll Follow

"He told you that?" Lucian's face was covered with guilt as Medeia recounted Max's past. 

They had moved Max to another room, somewhere safer to discuss their little secret. Medeia had wanted to tie him up just in case, but Lucian had stopped her, insisting they should let him rest properly on the bed.

"Yes, he did." Medeia sat on a chair, her fingers idly running through Bear's thick fur as the wolf rested its massive head on her lap. The wolf refused to leave her side, not even an inch, as if sensing the danger of sharing a room with a man who wanted her dead.

 Like father, like son.

Lucian let out a sigh, brushing a hand through his hair. "His surname is Adler?" He took a step toward Max, his gaze moving on the unconscious man. He watched Max's features carefully, as if searching for a memory buried deep in his past.

"Yes, his full name is Max Adler." Medeia tilted her head slightly. "Do you remember something? About his brother?"