Adriel POV
"Shut her up before I rip her tongue out," I snap, kicking the heavy oak door.
Inside the newly reinforced room, Audrey screams.
The wood vibrates against my palm.
"The barrier is holding, Adriel," Love says. She steps back, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. Her fingers trace the faint blue shimmer in the air lock. "She cannot use her magic. She cannot leave."
"Good." I turn my back on the noise. "Keep her locked down. If she breathes too loud, drug her."
Audrey’s fists hammer against the wood. Thud. Thud. Thud.
It is a pathetic, desperate rhythm. I do not understand what Mitchell saw in her. She has a pretty face when she keeps her mouth shut, but she never does. She is nothing but a loud, dangerous distraction.
I walk down the stone corridor, my boots clicking
