As soon as Jeremy was marched into Liz Walker’s library, Sloane’s stomach dropped to somewhere roughly around the floorboards. What the hell was he doing there?
Rescuing you, she thought then. Just like you wanted him to.
No, she hadn’t wanted this to happen. She’d wanted his help, true, but she’d never thought he would boldly march onto the prima’s property like he owned the place. And okay, he’d actually been hauled in by Lionel Walker, Liz’s younger brother, but still, he hadn’t looked terribly concerned as he confronted the woman and demanded that she release Sloane.
He should have been, though. He should have been very, very worried.
Her own fear for him ratcheted up at least twenty notches as she watched that terrible old woman use her equally terrible gift to place him under her
