The fact they hadn’t killed her yet was a plus. But there was little hope she’d last until morning. They wanted information from her, and until they got it, she would remain alive. The Fae beside her was tall and striking—as all Fae was. His silver gaze was direct, his tone frank. As imposing as he was, though, she had to stop herself from looking at Kyran. She didn’t know what it was about the Dark that drew her attention, but she hated it. It was bad enough she associated with Fae, but to have a Dark turn her on? Maureen was probably rolling over in her grave. “The Dark we fought tonight are killing half-Fae all over the world. They wiped out Jordyn’s entire family,” Talin said. “We want to protect other half-Fae.” She slid her gaze to him. “If you want my help, the least you could do is give me the truth.” Kyran held up a hand to stop anyone from talking. He moved toward River as Cael sidestepped to make room for him. “It’s true we need something. The truth is, those Dark want our group dead.
