Chapter 8

He moved away from the girl’s bed and lowered his voice. “What did you mean when you said things wouldn’t be all right for her?”

Looking toward the other end of the room, Lowther signaled to a silver-haired caretaker who was sitting with another child, brushing her hair. The old man set down the brush and approached with his head bowed.

Lowther ordered, “Tell him about the twin.”

The caretaker raised sad eyes, and the pull of need enveloped Grant. An omega without an alpha. The man’s voice leaked sorrow as he said, “Elia’s twin sister was stolen in the raid. Elia has been too terrified to speak or eat or sleep. The separation is literally killing her.” A small relieved smile formed on the man’s lips as he looked at the sleeping child. “Thank you for this. She needed to feel safe, even if it’s only for a few minutes.”