Chapter 4

Cian's dark eyes fixed on the small patch of bare skin on my cheek.

His expression changed.

Something in his eyes went still.

He looked at me as if the room had shifted beneath his feet.

"The person they've been hunting for fifteen years... is you," his voice was low, vibrating with a quiet, dangerous certainty.

"My stepmother... she wants to lock me away," I said, my voice shaking as I pointed at the dark screen of the tablet.

"They want the Maris name, Cian."

"They don't give a damn about the name, Elowen," Cian said, his towering figure stepping…