Chapter 323

SILVIA Movement in the darkness beyond the bars. Then figures emerged—three of them, staying just out of reach but close enough to be visible in the dim light. Two nightwalkers, their pale skin almost glowing in the shadows. And one werewitch, her hands crackling with residual magic. "The prisoner awakens," the female nightwalker said mockingly. "How nice. I was worried the wolfsbane dose had been too high." "Where is my mate?" I demanded, struggling against the chains. "What have you done with Samuel?" "Your mate is alive," the male nightwalker said. "For now. He's in another cell, similarly restrained. Whether he stays alive depends entirely on your cooperation." "Cooperation?" I laughed, the sound harsh and dangerous. "You think I'm going to cooperate with the people who ambushed and kidnapped me? The people who are using me as leverage against my son?" "We think you're going to be reasonable," the werewitch said. "Because the alternative is watching your mate suffer. We know how ma