"What did you do to my mother?"
Lucien just looked at me. He didn't have a quick order ready this time, no warning to shut me down, and somehow that told me more than if he'd actually answered.
"Give me the photograph, Elena."
"No." I held it tighter against my chest, my thumb pressed flat against the little girl's face like I could keep her from disappearing too.
His eyes went to it anyway, lingering there a second too long.
"You heard her. She told me to ask you what you did to my mother."
"You don't understand what you saw."
"I saw a woman who looks exactly like me." I kept my voice steady even though nothing about me felt steady right then. "I saw you in a photo with her. Your father was there too. And a little girl wearing my necklace."
I held the photograph up between us, clo
