Moira’s POV

I press myself harder against the wall, wishing desperately for even a fraction of my usual power. "I don't want anything you're offering."

His smile widens, showing those perfect, threatening teeth again. "Not even Connor's safety?"

The name hits like a sledgehammer to my chest. "Connor? Where is he? What have you done—"

"He's perfectly safe," Cain assures me, his tone suggesting he's doing me an enormous favor. ...