You sat near the fire, a Thunder Spear attached to your leg. Levi sat on a fallen log, staring into the fire. He was waiting.

Not for you—no, you were just the bait. He was waiting for him. Your brother. Zeke.

Zeke’s beloved little sister. His weakness. The one person in this world who could make him come running.

Levi knew it too. That’s why he had taken you. Not because you were the target. No.

But because Zeke would do anything to get you back.