On his way down to the basement, bothered by the turn of events the evening had taken, Cinder had a better idea. He summoned the enforcer from earlier and sent the man down to get Io with instructions to bring him up to the attic. Cinder retreated, escaping to his sanctuary. While he waited he paced, tensing when he heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. A second later the door opened and Io was ushered in. With a quick gesture of his hand Cinder dismissed the enforcer.
Io stood before him, shivering, still sporting just a towel. He looked miserable, his red puffy eyes evidence that he’d been crying. The same stench of fear rolled off of him that had been like a cloud of perfume around Daisy. A sensation Cinder wasn’t familiar with stirred inside. It took a surprising amount of stren
