ELENA'S POV
We sat around the table in the safe house with Kyle's phone in the center of it and the forty seconds of video playing in everyone's head on a loop and nobody suggested sleeping because nobody was going to sleep and pretending otherwise would have been an insult to what we'd all just watched.
Seraphine was at the window. Lucian was standing.
The pack wolves in the corner had the particular stillness of people waiting for direction and trying not to show how much the waiting was costing them.
I was still at the table with my hands flat on the surface and my mind running through every variable in a situation that kept producing the same answer no matter how many times I ran it.
Forty-eight hours.
Viviana in a chair with her hands bound.
An unborn child that Morgana was pr
