Moira's POV

The luxurious prison feels like a tomb. Silk wallpaper and crystal chandeliers don't hide what this place really is—a cage designed to break me.

I press my back against the locked door and close my eyes. 'Logan. Lucas.' The words echo in my mind like prayers thrown into a void. Nothing. Not even the faintest whisper of their presence through our mate bond.

My hands shake as I try again, pouring every ounce of desperation into the ...