“Let me assure you, Verena. My army is thorough,” he said, mocking my fear. “Even that boy you were so desperate to protect couldn’t stop us.” “No.” A chill rushed through my veins. My father crouched, his eyes glittering with dark amusement. “No?” He tilted his head, watching me. “Do you think I’m lying? Do you think they’re safe?” My breath came in ragged gasps. He’s playing with you. He doesn’t know. He can’t know. “Tell me, daughter,” he said, leaning closer, his voice almost tender. “What secrets are worth the lives of those you claim to care for?”
