Vale's POV
"Thirty seconds," future-me said urgently. "That's all the time the hostages have left."
I stared at the controlled family members Vincent was using as weapons. Their life force was already fading as his magic drained them.
"Then we attack now!" I said, gathering the five kings' power.
"Wait," Vincent called out. "I have one more surprise for you."
He reached into the shadows again and pulled out someone who made my heart break.
A young girl with silver eyes and dark hair. She couldn't be more than twelve years old, and she was unconscious in Vincent's arms.
"Sara," Dante whispered, his voice full of anguish.
"The last survivor of the Blackthorne pack," Vincent announced. "Dante's little sister, who he thought died in the massacre your father ordered."
"That's impossible," Dante said. "I saw her body."
"You saw what I wanted you to see," Vincent replied. "I've been keeping her alive all this time, waiting for the perfect moment to use her."
