It’s after one in the afternoon when we get to my old house. Whisperers are still out searching for Anna, and I figure they won’t bother looking there. I walk her down to my old room and she glares at the bed like it’s a murder scene, probably imagining how it’s been worked. I should have taken her upstairs to use the shower, but the other bathrooms have been emptied. I clear my throat and give her a towel.

She goes in the bathroom and I turn on the stereo. I sit on the edge of the bed and lean my forehead against my hands as the music fills my ears. I hope it will drown out all my thoughts of what’s to come. Anna doesn’t take very long in the bathroom. When the water shuts off I switch off my stereo and look at my dresser. A dark thrill snakes across my skin as I eye the second drawer.

I have to make this “capture” of Anna look believable, don’t I?

I slide open the drawer and see the flash of silver in the corner—my high-grade handcuffs. I take them out and shut the door. I can hear Anna humming and I glance around for whisperers. How she can feel content enough to hum is beyond my understanding. Must be the angel blood. I sit back on the bed and turn the handcuffs over and over in my hands while Anna gets ready.

She opens the door and I slowly lift my eyes to her. She’s fresh and natural with her summery clothes and wet hair. She stares at the handcuffs with apprehension as I turn them over. That’s good. I want her to be scared.

“It’s not too late to run,” I say.

She stares a minute more, then whispers, “Yes, it is.”

She stays exactly where she is when I stand and move toward her. I watch her chest rise and fall a bit faster as I stand before her and slide the bag from her arm. I watch her face and she says nothing as I click the cuffs first around one wrist, and then the other. Her breathing is quicker now, and she’s right to be frightened. She’s mine and I will do what I want with her. That includes throwing her arse into a car and disappearing into the boonies of West Virginia. I hear it’s quite nice there.

I look down at her body and the severity of the metal holding her wrists together. The contrast is something beautiful.

“Damn.”

“What?” she whispers.

“You look amazing in handcuffs. And you’re officially my prisoner.”

I’m blasted with the warm scent of pears and freesia and I know that if I wanted to, I could make Anna take back that “no sex” rule.

“We can’t,” she says, reading my mind. But her words are breathy and unconvincing.

We most definitely can. And the low pain in my abdomen begs me to.

She fumbles for words, trying not to look in my eyes. “Remember, you told your father you don’t like me. You’re not supposed to want me. The whisperers could find us any second. We can’t lose our advantage.”

Mm-hm.

“It’s time to call him, Kai. Tell him you’ve found me. And then we’ll call the others to let them know it’s starting.”

Wait. Call him? Now? I shake my head. “Not yet—”

“Yes. Now. Let’s get it over with before we lose control and ruin everything.” She sounds steely and passionate. And scared. But it kills me that it’s not the Dukes she seems afraid of—her fear seems to be that we, I, am going to ruin our opportunity to take them by surprise.

Why did this have to happen so fast? We haven’t had enough time.

My thoughts are punctured by the feel of Anna’s hand on me. Down there.

Jackpot.

I look down, and she’s pulling my mobile from my pocket, holding it out to me.

Damn. Major false alarm.

“That was brave,” I tell her, but she doesn’t smile. She remains completely serious, and I don’t like it one bit.

“It’s time,” she whispers.

No . . .

She is still holding out the phone and I feel dizzy as I take it. She goes up on her toes and kisses my cheek, staying there, so close. “I love you, Kai. Let’s bring them down. You and me and the others, together. We’ll use the element of surprise while we have it. It’s our time.”

Her words ping through me, and her desperation, her optimism, seep into the cracks of my heart just enough to make me momentarily feel what she feels: hope. This is our chance. Our only chance. Eventually the Dukes will learn about each of us disloyal Neph, and we can spend our lives running in fear, but they will find us and pick us off one by one.

This, right now, is the best chance we possibly have to get rid of them and live a life here on earth without them. Anna’s eyes plead with me to support her, and I want to. I do.

I nod and stare down at my phone, then pull up Father’s new number. I think about nothing except that sliver of hope. My throat nearly collapses when I hear his new voice answer.

“Father . . .” Oh, God. What have I done? I look at Anna and she nods. I open my mouth and can hardly believe when the next words tumble out. “I’ve got her.”

The second I say it, all of the hope abandons me.

“You’re kidding me!” He whoops loudly and laughs like a damn hyena.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

“She’s cuffed,” I say stupidly, feeling like I have to say something.

“Did you find the sword?”

My heart is racing. “No, sir. I searched her belongings but found nothing.”

“Shit. She must have hidden it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. We’ll get her to tell us.”

He sounds so bloody carefree and sure of himself. There’s no way in hell I’m handing Anna over. No way.