THE SECRET UNVEILED

A steady drip echoed in the darkness.

Flora sat against the cold stone wall, her wrists sore from the bindings, her mind racing. The room was damp, filled with the scent of mildew and something else—something she didn't want to name.

Adrian.

She clenched her jaw. He was still out there, facing whatever hell Kade had prepared for him. The thought made her stomach twist.

"You look troubled."

Flora's head jerked up.

The voice was low, husky, and almost amused, ...