Jaxon
She’s right.
Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here. But I couldn’t leave her out there, half-dead, bruised, and bleeding, for rogues to devour. Whatever she is, she didn’t deserve to die like that.
I sat on the chair across from her. Her gaze met mine for a split second, then darted away like a frightened animal. That same caution was in her every move.
“Elvira,” I called softly.
Her head rose, lips parted slightly. Her eyes, deep, cautious, told me she expected nothing good from this conversation.
“Now tell me,” I said, steadying my voice. “What happened to you? Who did this to you?”
She didn’t answer. Her silence was like a wall. I studied her, every twitch of her brow, every shift of her hands. She wasn’t just scared. She was protecting something. Or someone.
“Whoever di
