Michael

I stared at my daughter’s necklace in Camilla’s hand. It sent a wave of panic through me. What had they done to get her to comply? I was certain Isabella would have asked for me or refused to go with them.

I found myself praying to whatever deity might be out there that my daughter was safe. My muscles tightened and a wave of anger ran through me. I hated whoever had done this, and I would make them pay. Of that I was certain.

As I looked at ...