But Thorne never believed my words. Not once.
Instead, he gestured coldly.
Tristan was dragged forward like he weighed nothing, his arms bound behind him in that humiliating, exaggerated way meant to make a spectacle of him. They dumped him onto the asphalt directly in front of a car.
“Tristan!” My heart dropped so fast it hurt.
The headlights flared, blinding. I barely had time to inhale before the engine revved.
The car rolled forward.
There was a sickening crack.
“AHHH!” Tristan screamed, his body jerking violently. “Aria! My leg—my leg!”
My entire body shook. “Brother!” I screamed until my throat burned. “Thorne, stop! What are you doing to him? Are you insane?!”
His voice was calm. Too calm. “I warned you. From now on, the car moves every minute. We’ll start with his limbs.” His gaze locked onto mine. “If you don’t tell me where Lilith is within three minutes, the next stop will be his head.”
“Please—no!” Tears streamed down my face, blurring everything. “I don’t know anything! Why can’t you believe me? Just once—please believe me!”
I had never felt so helpless in my life.