Ashton’s POV
My jaw clenches until my teeth ache. I force my breathing into a slow, steady rhythm, burying the rage burning in my throat so she knows none of it is aimed at her.
Every instinct in my body is screaming at me to hunt down the Cabo family and tear them limb from limb, but I force my hands to stay still, curled around Luna’s body as she gasps for breath.
‘How long were you there, kitten?’ I ask, trying to keep my voice neutral.
‘Until I was ten,’ she whispers, ‘I . . . I was sent back . . .’
My grip on her tightens, ‘sent back?’ I repeat.
Luna nods, he face pale. ‘Jared . . . he . . . he took it too far . . . what he wanted from me . . . before, he would do stuff, but this time . . . he took me up to the attic. There were stairs that led up there from the hallway . . . He
