The man’s smirk deepened, but his golden eyes remained eerily calm, as if he’d expected that answer. “I don’t need you to hand her over,” he said smoothly. “She’ll come to me when the time is right.”

I tightened my grip on the unconscious woman, a protective instinct flaring up inside me. “That’s not happening.”

He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he was trying to solve. “You don’t even know what she is, do you?”

Lena’s grip on her ...