Chapter 46 · He had my brother’s dark hair. His scar

He had my brother’s dark hair. His scar beneath the eye. The same crooked split in his lower lip.

But his eyes were wrong.

Elias always looked angry when he was afraid.

This man looked calm.

Too calm.

I raised my gun.

“Stand up.”

He obeyed.

Dorian entered behind me, chains clinking. “Mara, don’t get close.”

“You said this wasn’t my brother.”

“It isn’t.”

The prisoner smiled.

“Your husband sounds very sure of himself.”

I froze.

Dorian moved between us, his shoulder brushing mine. The contact lasted less than a second, but I felt his heat through my coat.

“Who sent you?” he asked.

The prisoner looked past him at me.

“You really married the man hunting you?”

“Answer him.”

“Your brother is alive. For now.”

My finger tightened around the trigger.

“Where?”

“The court has him. They moved him before the train left the northern line.”

Dorian grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the bars.

“Which court officer?”

The prisoner laughed through the impact.

“Still giving orders, Vale? I thought your wife took your rank.”

“She took access. I still have hands.”

“Dorian.” I caught his wrist. “Don’t kill him.