Elena.

I gripped Killian's hand nervously as we drove. We were entering his brother's territory. There was no plan other than to walk right up to him, demand the ring back, and bring Maxine home. He had said that was where the real fight would begin.

My fingers kept moving restlessly against his palm. Every now and then, I glanced over at Killian, hoping to find a shred of calm in his expression. But his face only looked graver the further we got from the cabin.

I wasn't entirely sure if I was prepared to fight. I had never trained before, and as past experiences had shown me, I was...