The cold edge of Greeley's blade against Antalya's throat is the only thing in the world. My heart is a frozen, heavy stone in my chest. Every primal instinct screams at me to lunge, to tear his throat out with my teeth. But I'm frozen. One twitch, one wrong move, and he'll end her. The tiny bead of blood under the silver tip is a promise of that.

Stay calm. One wrong move and she dies.

I take a slow, measured step forward, my hands held out to show I'm no immediate threat. "This is your grand ...