Chapter 36
The woman’s eyes narrowed, but I couldn’t tell what she was thinking. In all my Annie-inspired parental reunion dreams, I’d never imagined such a cold reception.
“Ilana Fanai? Daughter of Ozan Fanai? Wife of Finnegan Winters?” I prompted.
She gasped. “Don’t you say that name,” she hissed in heavily accented English, glaring at me.
“What name? Finnegan?” I sat up on my knees, grasping the bars. “Are you Ilana Fanai?”
“I don’t know what sort of trick this is, or who you are, but I have told you all before. I did not take the ring. I do not know where it is. And I will never, ever, help you,” she spat.
“This isn’t a trick. I’m a prisoner, just like you. I swear.”
A bark of cynical laughter escaped her lips, rough sounding, as if her vocal cords had to strain to produce such
