“Maeve.” I shivered at the blankness in my brother’s voice. “We found her, and she’s alive. We don’t need Warren alive any longer.” There was some murmuring on the other end of the line, but I wasn’t close enough to hear what she said to him. Sacha’s expression stayed eerily distant as he listened. “I want evidence of his death. Don’t care how you do it, but find a way. Make sure he suffers, because if he doesn’t, I don’t give a shit who you are, I’ll get the blood debt from you instead.”
