Alina’s POV
“I’m surprised he hasn’t come for you yet, Alina.”
I don’t know what time it is anymore. It’s been at least three hours since the sun rose—maybe more. Noah left for a few hours, but now he’s back.
“Who?” I ask in a last-ditch attempt to keep Wren safe.
He laughs. “I think you’d better drop the act, baby. If his little hero act at your party wasn’t enough to convince me, your mommy certainly was.”
My mother? She told him?
“Where is she?” I growl.
“Safe and sound, drunk and drooling in her bedroom. I’m not a monster, Alina. I wouldn’t punish her for doing her duty and telling me the truth.”
He is a monster. And if she told him about Wren, then so is she.
“Tell me,” he continues, taking a step closer to the bars. “What does he smell like to you, Alina? Does he smell diff
