Cathal studied me. I shook my head immediately before he could speak. “I’ve been locked up with that one controlling me like a puppet on a string.” I pointed to Gisele. “I have no idea where my sister is.” And that wasn’t a lie since they were most likely on their way to Tara, which meant they were somewhere in the middle of the ocean. I couldn’t guess as to exactly where.
“Who are you?” Cathal asked Brant.
“He’s my prisoner,” Gisele said. “As is the other man.”
“Why did you bring them with you?”
“Leverage,” the witch answered.
“If you don’t know where my bride is, then why the hell are you here?” the king of Tara barked.
“If you would swallow your questions for a few minutes, we will tell you,” Evelyn piped up. Her voice was soft, but it was sharp as a double-edged sword.
“You dare
