Devon turns to his mother, mouth open, ready to argue, but she silences him with a raise of her hand. “She’s a liability. We have to kill her and go. It’s the only way.”
Devon looks at me with his mouth pulled down in a frown, looking like a child whose favorite toy was just taken from him. Then, he sighs and follows behind his mother as she marches towards me. Elena stops only a few steps away.
“Take off those ridiculous clothes.”
I hesitate, and she nods to the guard on my right. This time, I anticipate the blow, but it does little to ease the pain that radiates through my brain.
“Take them off,” she growls.
I maintain eye contact with her as I slide my belt from my waist and drop it on the ground. Sevastian’s pants don’t need much convincing; they are nearly to my knees already. I
