Cain still had not released his grip on her even as they entered the house. Mara was nowhere in sight.

"Sit," he commanded and forced her down onto the couch. He disappeared up the stairs. Anika could hear the faint creaking of the floorboards as he moved around. As she closed her eyes and sank deeper into the couch, she listened to the faint mumbles of voices that she couldn't understand. There was no doubt in her mind though that they were talking about her.

Then, she heard footsteps descend down the stairs.

"This is her?" a voice said, definitely male.

Anika opened her eyes. Cain stood with another man. The man could be described as no less than handsome though the intense look in his eyes sent shivers down her spine.

He brushed a strand of dark hair from his eyes and turned his stare towards Cain. "Yes," said Cain with a nod.

The man turned his gaze back to Anika, studying her from head to toe. He exhaled sharply and turned back to the redhead beside him. "She looks like you," he declared, as though he had given this much thought.

Surprisingly, a faint smile formed on Cain's lips and he responded, "Of course. We are twins, though not identical."

The knot in her stomach twisted as though someone had grabbed it and squeezed. Even Anika, as much as she did not want to admit it, could not deny the resemblance between herself and Cain… her brother.

The thought made her nauseous.

"Susannah," Cain said, as though finally acknowledging that she was alive and not a doll. "This is Gabriel."

And what am I supposed to say?

Instead, she just looked at him.

"Shy, isn't she?" said Gabriel with a laugh.

"Quite defiant, too," Cain mumbled.

Gabriel appeared to be in thought, "He always chooses the strong-willed. Hannah was quite…" He paused and didn't consider the thought.

Hannah? The girl from the Hemingford?

She let the thought disappear as the two began to walk towards her.

"We have captured some infidel in your honor," Gabriel said, his voice like liquid silver. "You must be thrilled."

Anika bit down on her lip.

"I believe you have already been acquainted with them. I don't want to kill them, you see, but they possess something I need." He paused. "Something I would kill for."

Shit. It was the Hannah that she had met. Anika felt an anxious pang of despair rise into the air.

He looked intently at her as though expecting a response. "And what would that be?"

"The child – Samuel."