Rosalind Lowell frowned, her eyes narrowed. Looking at him, she felt as if she'd seen him somewhere before. But when she searched her memory, she couldn't find a strong impression—just a vague sense of déjà vu.
"Miss Lowell, oh! No, I should call you Mrs. Davenport."
The man chuckled, his dark eyes under the mask fixed on her.
"Who are you?"
"You don't need to know."
Rosalind Lowell appeared calm on the surface, but she felt like her heart was about to leap out of her chest.
One look at this man and she knew he wouldn't be as easy to deal with as the last three.
"Where is my child?"
The man sneered, "Your child? How should I know? Go ask Alaric Davenport."
"What do you mean? What does he have to do with this?"
The man shrugged, crossing his arms. "It seems you really underestimate your man."
Rosalind Lowell lowered her gaze slightly. 'I don't underestimate him. I just don't know what's going on right now.'
'So does that mean Alaric has already rescued Kael?'
