“Look, Loki, there is a possibility that Persephone did join Nightshade willingly and she is happily enjoying her time as the Alpha’s consort,” I pointed out slowly.

That dark gleam in Loki’s eyes told me he was scheming something. His eyes were on me but not meeting mine. Like he was seeing me but not really seeing me. I was a figment, or a means to an end.

“We won’t know until Ash gets back to us,” Loki said, his voice soft and far away.

Loki blinked ...