Naelis sat on the edge of her bed, the glowing screen of her phone casting a ghostly light over her pale face and her heart felt like it had been encased in ice.
JAMIE VOSS
She had to look at the name a few more times to confirm she wasn't hallucinating. The name burned in her mind, mocking the pity she had felt for him only an hour ago.
The "victim" who had cried in the back of the Porsche, the boy who claimed to be a mere pawn of fate, was the one threatening Silas with the one thing he was most worried about.
She was still staring at the document in stunned silence when a sharp knock on her door startled her. She quickly locked her phone and tucked it into her pocket, before opening the door.
A guard stood there with an extremely serious expression. "Lady Naelis, apologies for t
