BOY: “Don’t… let her touch me.”

The words were weak, almost swallowed by the dark, but they froze everyone.

SOLENE: “Stay with me.”

Her hands were clamped on his arm, blood seeping through her fingers.

WOMAN: “He’s mine, Solene. Always has been.”

Lucien stepped in front of Solene without hesitation, his pistol angled at the woman’s chest.

LUCIEN: “Take one more step and you won’t walk out.”

The woman’s laugh was slow, deliberate.

WOMAN: “You think ...