Kai's POV
I listened. I stood there and listened to every single, flat, emotionless word.
She told me about the stew. She told me about the empty suitcase. I didn't interrupt. I didn't move a muscle.
Her voice was the only sound on the cold, silent balcony. When she finished, the silence that followed was heavy.
Every word she spoke was like a drop of fuel on a fire burning deep inside my gut. She thought she was just giving me a report. She had no idea what she was really doing.
She was passing a death sentence.
Her calm, detached delivery made it a thousand times worse. It meant the abuse was so constant, so normal, that she had learned to live with it. To wall it off.
They hadn't just hurt her. They had tried to break her.
I thought of her in the ICU, her hands glowing with a power I had only read about in legends. A power that could command life and death.
And the Blackwoods had made that woman scrub their floors. They had called her a thief.
The sheer, staggering stupidity of it was as infuriating as the cruelty. They had a diamond in their house, and they threw it in the mud because they were too blind to see what it was.
Finally, she answered my last question.
"The Silver Creek pack," she said, her voice still a monotone. "That was Marcus Junior's family."
I filed the name away. Black Moon. Silver Creek. The targets were marked.
I finally spoke. My voice was quiet, completely calm.
"Thank you, Valerie," I said. "That is all the information I will require."

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