“I know who has him, but I don’t know where they have him.” “Who the fuck is it?” Kashton snaps. Adam’s eyes meet mine as he says, “Bella Marie Costello.” The room falls silent—Kashton and Saint both go stiff where they stand. I find myself getting to my shaking legs. “No,” I whisper, shaking my head. “That’s not possible.” Saint is the one who whirls around and glares at me. “You know her?” I swallow the knot that forms in my throat. “She’s my mother.” Costello is her maiden name.
