Thalia
The scream tore through the room.
The image on the screen wavered as my pulse spiked.
People crowded the frame. Voices overlapped. Someone was crying.
The footage shook as if whoever had recorded it was struggling to keep the camera steady.
Then the crowd parted.
For a second, the restraints, the room, even Xander—none of it registered.
A woman stood at the center of the chaos, her posture rigid with fury. Long dark brown hair fell over her shoulders, a sight I would have recognized anywhere.
Raleigh.
The name struck harder than I expected.
I hadn't seen her in years, yet there was no mistaking her.
Then my gaze dropped to the object in her hand.
Cold metal gleamed beneath the lights—a silver dagger.
For a moment, that was all I could see.
My stomach twisted.
"Go on,
