Cassian was brought into the basement of the De Luca estate on the third night.
He wasn’t injured.
But his eyes were already wrong.
The moment he saw me sitting there, and then saw Seth standing beside me, his whole body froze.
“You—you people—”
“Sit.”
I pointed at the chair across from me.
He didn’t move.
Two men in hospital gowns—my people—stepped up behind him, seized his shoulders, and forced him down into the chair.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions.”
“First. Was it your father who had the Naples shipment detained?”
He clenched his jaw and said nothing.
“Second. The ships in Marseille and Gibraltar. Did your father make the calls to have them held?”
I stood and walked around to face him.
“Third. Coming here tonight to force Papa to sign the dock transfer agreement—wa
