Vickson's fists were clenched but did not reply. His body shook with rage barely contained and breath ragged.
The air shifted.
Shadows curled around his feet, rising like smoke.
Ava stood off to the side, watching with a keen sense of amusement and something else, something dark.
"You ought to be grateful to me," the man went on, his voice was smooth and controlled. "Because of me you were saved from spending all your life in ignorance, being leashed like a dog to a fate you never chose."
Vickson stepped forward slowly, his voice a growl. "And what, exactly, am I?"
The man's smile widened.
"You are the key."
A chill slithering down my spine.
The key?
To what?
Ethan moved next to me grabbing my arm as if I were unsteady. His jaw was taut and his face unreadable. "We have to get him out of here," he said quietly.
I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes on Vickson "He's not going to run"
And I was right.