Prisoner of the Bloodline

MAEVIA

The silence between us lingered after I begged Torin to let me stay at the studio.

Dane's gaze moved slowly between us, studying the tension that hung in the fog-filled street. The look in his eyes had changed completely since Torin mentioned the ashes.

"What exactly are you using against her?" Dane asked coldly.

Torin's attention shifted toward him.

"I do not need to threaten my own mate."