Chapter 49

Mona's tear-streaked face went stiff for a second. Just a second. Then she quickly composed herself, eyes wide with a fragile fear as she stared at Prescott. "You... you're talking nonsense! I don't even know you! Who are you? What do you want from Jason? Let him go or... or I'll fight you!" "Vulpine, stop pretending. That little show doesn't work on me. I don't do the whole pity act. Save it. Just tell me-where's Alaric Moore?" Prescott stepped closer, his expression lazy, almost disinterested, but the intensity in his gaze could cut through steel. Those eyes could see straight through someone's soul. Mona's expression flickered with surprise. Yup, she'd underestimated Prescott. Big time. Now that he'd unmasked her, she dropped the act. With a wicked grin, she looked him over. "Mr. Somerset... No wonder the old man saw you as the future of the family. Impressive. But you've got the wrong person-never heard of this Alaric." Everyone-from Prescott's men to Jason-was in shock. Especially