Ambryan internally objected to his obvious disadvantage in the situation. If his mother was right, he would have known her real name by now. He had plenty of time to mull over it. But if knowing would cause her harm…
… then, maybe he could be a bit more patient.
Clearing his throat, Ambryan changed the subject. "So what did you do with Elias Walker?"
"We have him trapped in a basement."
The words flew out of Avery's mouth in one breath. She found it quite funny—if only her son would as well. His glare appeared on cue. The sun rays from the window dazzled the cheeky smile she wore.
"No need to be so serious," the madam muttered. She wiped a hand on the side of her face. "We tried everything to persuade him but, like I said, he only wants one thing—well, one person—and that is Evangeline."
"He can't have her."
"He wants her in a photo project."
"He still can't have her."
