Chapter Thirty-Three

Myeen, you seek my own. And even now, you hold my own captive."

The Athànatoi gave a blood curdling laugh as he held on to Martha, whose face was unearthly serene.

"Your own? But you cast this poor old lady out of your castle, Your own mother-in-law." He spat out the last phrase. "You just might be worse than me. And where is that little wife of yours? How about a little mother-daughter reunion?" He rose on his toes and craned his neck, as if searching for Anastasia. And it hit Jasper, that maybe, just maybe, he was looking for Hannah.

"She is not here, Myeen." The Athànatoi

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