She stands up and walks across the room towards me, and I can’t process what I’m seeing. Now, I’m the one in shock.
She toes at Jorden’s limp leg. “She got a stronger dose than you. So she’ll be out for a while.”
“Let me go,” I beg. I’m still tangled deep in my denial. “Untie us.”
Francia grabs the back of Jorden’s chair and drags her through a doorway I didn’t notice before. The sound is shrill and piercing. I want to cover my ears, but I can’t. All I can do is watch.
Then she returns, her eyes dark and fixed on me.
She smiles. I feel the cruel curl of evil slip down my spine.
“No, Cordelia,” she says, sauntering towards me, “I don’t think I will.”
Yasha screeches to a stop in the parking garage. Leon separates from the cement wall, leaving his post next to the back doors. His brow
