The dungeon was quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed into the ribs and made each breath feel stolen. Amy sat across from me, knees pulled tight against her chest, her face pale in the lantern’s dying glow. She had been staring at me for some time, chewing her lip like she was holding back words that wanted out. Finally, she seemed to find the courage to ask whatever it was that she wanted to know.
“That man who was with you. Who was he?”
“Owen,” I answered as I leaned back against the wall. “Shaun’s beta,” I added. Her eyes flickered, and I frowned. Why was she asking about Owen?
“Owen,” she repeated his name softly. It sounded like a caress.
“Why?” I asked. I had a strange feeling, but I needed her to say it.
“Thorne, I have missed out on so much,” she started. “I have
