Chapter 108

• Brayden’s grip on his gun tightened as he watched Desmond press a knife against the throat of the little boy. His eyes immediately flickered to Penelope, and his breath caught in his throat.
• The boy had her face—the same delicate yet well-defined features, the same soft curve of her lips. Even the frightened expression in his wide eyes mirrored Penelope’s exactly. There was no mistaking it.
• Desmond smirked as he saw the realization dawn on Brayden’s face. “Ah, I see you’ve finally noticed.” He tilted his head slightly, pressing the blade closer to the boy’s throat.