Elsa
Lucas gently placed me on the chair and secured my hands behind my back, his touch unnervingly careful despite everything. He leaned in close, his voice low but firm. "Don’t bother trying to shift, Elsa. The chain is silver. I’ve only covered it so it won’t burn your skin."
I scuffed my throat, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Thanks for the kindness," I said with biting sarcasm, narrowing my eyes at him.
His gaze softened for a moment, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, maybe, or sorrow. "Elsa," he said quietly, locking his eyes with mine. "Adam has gone mad. He’s killing people."
I held his stare, unflinching. "He’s doing his job," I replied coldly, and Lucas shook his head, clearly frustrated.
"These people aren’t on drugs, Elsa. He’s not just killing
