Seeing Andre safely across, I pressed my luck, my eyes darting to the terrified seven-year-old. "Let the boy go next."
My father let out a cold, mocking chuckle, his eyes gleaming with dark malice as he shook his head. "No. I think not, Rachel. The boy stays until you are securely in my custody. I believe you would try something stupid if I did that."
Toby whimpered, the mercenary's grip tightening on his small shoulder. Eloise gave a slight, desperate shake of her head from behind them, silently pleading with me not to step forward, but the trap was already sprung.
I looked back at Demetrius, my heart breaking at the shattered look in his eyes. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down to me, and kissed him fiercely. It was a desperate, bruising kiss, pouring every ounce of my
