ELENA’S POV

Flora pursed her lips together and nodded, abiding by her son’s wishes. “Okay, what would you like to know?” she asked.

I slowly lowered myself to join their circle. “Have you ever seen the face of the woman who kidnapped you?” I asked quietly, hoping that Markavius was keeping Molly distracted enough to not overhear our conversation.

She shook her head. “Every time she came over to the cells, she wore this mask that distorted her voice and hid half of her face. Even ...