“Where is he? Please tell me he is alive. Please, Donovan, punish him if you must, but do not kill my son. Please, let him live…”
For the first time in her life, Scarlet had been reduced to begging.
And Donovan seemed to be relishing seeing her in this state. She did not enjoy providing him with the pleasure of watching her squirm, but she was too tired to be proud. Too well-hypnotized to be disrespectful. And too desperate to know what had become of her son to care much at all about anything else.
Donovan threw a pointed glance at Scarlet to silence her. “Do not worry,” the vampire said, imitating a tone of soothing reassurance. “Your son is alive. And it is my intention to return him to you. But Caius is quite insistent that the boy must first be punished. Thoroughly.”
Scarlet hadn’t
