KAIA
Edvard snaps his fingers, the sound sharp as a gunshot in the stone chamber.
A fae materializes from the shadows—tall, silver-eyed, dressed in dark robes that seem to absorb light. My stomach drops as Edvard gestures toward Talia with lazy indifference.
"Take her to my brother," he says, his voice casual. Like he's discussing where to store luggage. "He'll appreciate her."
The words make my blood run cold. The way he says appreciate—
"No!" I lunge forward, trying to reach Talia.
The fae moves toward her, reaching for her arm.
She punches him square in the face.
The c***k echoes through the chamber. The fae stumbles back, hand flying to his nose as blood streams between his fingers. Talia's breathing hard, her fists still raised, eyes blazing with fury.
"Don't you f*****g touc
