The rest of my words stuck in my throat as Ashton pulled me into his arms.

His cheek brushed against mine, his voice low and steady. “Nora’s fine. I didn’t hurt her. She’s safe, I promise.”

His scent, his warmth, his words—they worked against the panic gripping my chest, slowly but surely easing it.

“You’re not lying?” My voice wavered.

“I’m not lying. Samuel’s with her. He’ll bring her back,” he ...