Chapter 302

DONOVAN

I grabbed the toolbox—the one from the tomb, the one Draven had used on Madeline. My hands tightened around the cold metal. It was time to turn the tables. Time to make him feel what he’d done.

Silas stood a few feet away, watching me. His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything. I could tell he wanted to. He always did. But this wasn’t his fight.

“I just want to see what’s in here,” I s