At the multimillionaire’s wife’s funeral, a homeless girl pointed at the casket and screamed, “She’s not dead! I saw him lock her in!” The husband sneered, “Get this lunatic out of here.” But when the lock broke and the lid slid open, what lay inside made the entire crowd freeze in terror…

was tied to it. Her beautiful face was bruised, her clothes ragged, but as she lifted her head and saw me, a defiant, blazing light ignited in her eyes.

“Jack,” she breathed, a sound that cut through the storm.

“Stop right there!” Ysella shrieked, stepping out from behind a concrete pillar. She looked feral. Her clothes were disheveled, her eyes sunken continue reading …