“He won’t talk.” Damien leans against a car as his closest guard fusses with a wound in his bicep. “The others didn’t before we killed them.” “Where’s Rai?” I don’t recognize my voice, the rage in it and…the fear. A fear so deep I can taste the bitterness of it. Damien shakes his head once. “They took her.” His words strike me like a thunderbolt in the middle of a raging sea. They took her. The Albanians took her.
