Chapter 49
The cold in the holding room deepened as the night wore on, seeping up through the stone floor and into Callie's bones until she could no longer tell whether the ache spreading through her body came from the temperature or from the earlier struggle, her muscles still sore from the guards' rough handling, her palm still stinging faintly from the force of the blow she'd landed against Rowena's face.
She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, drawing her knees up to her chest, trying to conserve whatever warmth remained in her thin, tattered clothing. But even as her body shivered against the cold, her mind refused to settle on anything beyond one single, terrified thought.
Luca.
She kept seeing the photographs Liam had shown her, over and over, his bloodied face, his twisted
