Kael locks eyes with me.
Atlas locks eyes with her.
And I swear something wordless passes between all three of us—
We won’t fail her again.
Not tonight.
Not ever.
Chapter 53: Wren
The sound of the doorbreaking still echoes in my bones.
Every time I blink, I see it—the frame splintering, wood cracking, the boys flooding inside like a storm that finally broke loose.Part of me wants to collapse with relief.Part of me wants to run.All of me feels like my skin doesn’t fit right.
Finn’s arms are around me.
Atlas is pacing like a caged animal.
Kael is on the phone, voice low and clipped.
The apartment feels smaller by the second.
Finn’s shirt soaks under my wet hair as I press my forehead into him.My towel is slipping, my hands shaking, my breath catching at weird, uneven intervals that I can’t control.
“He was here,” I whisper.
Finn’s hand slides up my back, steady, warm, protective.“I know, sweetheart.I know.”
Sweetheart.
The word shouldn’t comfort me.
It does.
