“Enzo.” His name felt like poison in my mouth.

I took stock of what was happening. They completely outnumbered us. These were his segugi, and from the looks of it, it was almost all of them. Keenan and Lec were on their knees, two guns trained on each of them. They had hoods over their heads. Slowly, my eyes caught Marek’s. He was on his knees near Enzo. At least four guns aimed at him, but his head remained uncovered.

“Put the gun down, sorellina. Unless you want me to kill one of your ...