Jenna’s voice dropped to a hoarse, accusing whisper. “What have you done?”
Morgan was silent for one long, endless moment, her eyes wide and staring, her hair spilling in a lovely dark waterfall over her shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes and began to track down her cheeks.
“It wasn’t supposed to be her,” she moaned.
The room erupted into chaos.
A snarl of fury tore from someone’s lips, a tall man Jenna hadn’t seen before. He was pale and gaunt, eyes hollowed with worry. He leapt across the room toward Morgan and barely missed closing his hands around her throat as four other men caught him by his coattails. They pinned his arms and dragged him away as he howled in outrage and twisted like a madman in their hands.
“Kenneth! Get a hold of yourself, man!” someone shouted to the thras
