The tonic he had brewed with his own hands for his wife, meant to protect their unborn child, had become the poison that killed it.
The debt of gratitude he'd never stopped talking about had destroyed everything he had.
"Seraphina... I'm sorry... I didn't know..."
William crawled toward me on his knees, tears streaming down his face.
But I was already fading in Quinn's arms, consciousness slipping away as darkness swallowed me whole.
"If anything happens to her or the baby—"
Quinn carried me toward the exit. As he passed William, he left behind a single, ice-cold sentence.
"William Stephens, I will bury your entire family."
