I sat alone in my office, staring at the wall. My hands were clasped together on the table, but they wouldn’t stay still. I kept flexing my fingers and tapping them against the surface. I didn’t want to admit it, but there was no other way. The man had our son, and the only thing he wanted was the Bloodstone.

I didn’t trust him. I didn’t even trust myself to make the right choice anymore. But I knew one thing—I couldn’t lose my son. Not again.

The door opened slowly, and Ivy ...