Chapter 26 The Bloodline Price

• The convoy carved through the mountain pass like a serpent. Snow had begun to fall—light at first, then thick, heavy sheets that blanketed the dark wilderness in eerie silence.
• Inside the armored SUV, Elena sat bound and silent. Her wrists ached. Her cheeks stung from dried tears and bruises she didn’t remember earning. But her spirit—her fire—was still alive.
• Across from her, Victor swirled his wine in a crystal glass. The motion was casual, almost bored, but the gleam in his eyes was anything but.