“Raven,” Kyra said gently, prising Soren from her skirts. “Please stop. It won"t help anything.”
Raven turned and glared at her but stopped hitting Steffan. Kyra walked up to Raven and gently pulled his hand away from Steffan"s collar. He reluctantly let go and took a step back.
“Please, Steffan,” Kyra said in a honeyed voice so gentle it was like the tone of a flute. Steffan considered Kyra quietly, running his scarlet eyes over her beautiful features. She continued, “The child is innocent. Help us to save him before it"s too late. Tell us where this antidote is.”
Steffan said nothing, but the side of his mouth curled in a sly grin.
“Raven, make him talk,” Callista said. Raven clenched his fists and stepped forwards.
“All right, all right. There"s no need for violence.” Steffan held
