NADIA

“You think your adoption was fate? Some kind couple taking in a poor, abandoned child?”

His fingers trailed down my arm, but I recoiled violently, my breath coming in ragged bursts.

“You were handpicked, Nadia. And the name Eddie, I gave that to you. The orphanage just chose to call you Nadia.” Silas continued, his voice thick with cruel amusement. “Your adoptive parents weren't Saviours or kind. They were paid by me.”

The room spun.

No.

No, no, no.

“You're lying,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Silas chuckled, dark and pleased. “Am I? I watched you grow. No. You grew on my money, I was waiting...