Twenty-Three
Mira
The warehouse was cold enough to make me shiver in my T-shirt and shorts, but it was still a relief from the past three days. I’d been zip-tied and locked in the back of a van while my family made the drive up through Europe, so the open space above my head felt like a blessing.
I tried to ignore how the zip-ties around my wrists and ankles dug into my flesh while I drank in big gulps of the cool, fresh air. If this was going to be my last night on this Earth, then I wanted to at least have one moment’s pleasure, however faint and fleeting.
“Who would have thought little Aignéis would be able to bring the infamous Steel family to its knees? If I were Blaine, I’d let us cut that little bastard out of your belly before I’d give up London.”
I shuddered as my moment’s pe
