The rage erupted inside me like a volcano.
Slowly, I pulled myself out of Rhett’s arms.
He had already cut the ropes from my wrists and ankles with a dagger.
Staggering, I made my way toward Morgana.
I reached out and took the g*n from Kane’s hand.
The cold metal pressed against my palm.
I raised the g*n.
The barrel lifted, inch by inch—until it stopped in front of her eyes.
My voice was hoarse, barely my own.
“Speak.”
“Where is my daughter?”
Morgana sat on the ground.
Her arm was still bleeding, her face deathly pale.
But as she looked at me, a strange smile slowly surfaced in her eyes.
“You see,” she said, gasping for breath.
“You believed it.”
“Beg me.”
My finger tightened on the trigger.
“I’ll ask one last time.”
“Where is she?”
Morgana stared at the g*n, then lifte
