Chapter 38 · What look?

"What look?"

"The one that says you're about to hurt me until I talk."

"You know something about Joren?"

The question came out too quiet.

Kade released her wrist, but he didn't move away. "I know what he said."

"You were there?"

"I don't know."

"That's not good enough."

"I said I don't know."

Ayla grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down until their foreheads nearly touched. "You will remember."

"Or what? You'll rip open my head with your little glowing hand?"

"If that's what it takes."

His breath shook against her lips. "You'd kill me to get him back?"

"I'd do worse to the people who took him."

"That's not what I asked."

Ayla pushed him against the seat. "Answer me. What did Joren say?"

Kade's eyes went silver again.

The carriage lights burst one after another. The train floor bucked beneath them. Ayla felt the heartlock stretch, hot and thin, and knew one wrong move would tear it open.

Kade gripped the edge of the seat. "He was bleeding."

"Where?"

"His side."

"Who hurt him?"

"A woman."

"Name."

"I don't have it."

"Then give me something useful."

He swallowed. "She wore your family seal.