“Stop it,” I whimper, rage and sadness threatening to drag me under.
It falls on deaf ears. “To absolve him of his pain, I had to give him a little something to help chase away the ghosts that plague his dreams.”
“What? What did you give him?” I sit tall, clenching my fists under the table.
“Just a little something to help him sleep. But it seems not even the purest of drugs can rid you from his system.”
“You bastard!” I leap from my seat, ready to kill him with my bare hands. “Let him go!”
This is exactly the reaction he wants, but I can’t keep calm, knowing what he’s done to Saint.
“All in good time. But there are things I want from you. And there are things Astra wants.”
“What?” It’s all I can stomach to say because here’s the catch, the real reason I’m here.
“You killed her bel
