Chapter 12 The Price of Power

The world narrowed to the image on the screen.

My sister's face was pale, streaked with tears she was trying and failing to hide. Her hands were bound behind the chair, her shoulders rigid with fear. A bruise bloomed darkly along her cheekbone.

I couldn't breathe.

"Elena," Luca said quietly, his hand closing around mine. "Look at me."

I didn't.