The cheap motel lock exploded instantly, and the door slammed inward against the wall.
And there she was.
McKayla made a horrible sound behind me.
Not a scream, but worse.The kind of sound somebody made when their entire world cracked open.
Erin lay tied to the bed exactly like the poster.Wrists bound to the headboard, ankles tied apart, and dark hair spread across the pillow.
Too still.Way too fucking still.
My stomach dropped hard enough to make me dizzy.
No.
No no no.
Not after all this.Not after everything McKayla had gone through to find her.This couldn’t be how it ended.
“Call 911!”I barked.
Everybody moved at once.
Cross shoved past me toward the bed while Vin and Piney started cutting restraints.Anchor was already on the phone.McKayla stumbled into the room beside me.
“Erin,” she whispered.Jesus Christ.Hearing her say her sister’s name like that damn near ripped something out of my chest.
She moved toward the bed fast, but I caught her before she collapsed.
“Easy, baby.”
“She’s not moving,” McKayla choked out.“Push, she’s not moving.”
Cross pressed fingers to Erin’s throat.The room went dead silent and nobody breathed or moved.Then Cross looked up sharply.“She’s breathing.”
The entire room exhaled at once.
McKayla broke then, not completely, but tears flooded her eyes instantly as she stared at her sister.
Erin looked terrible.
Bruises along her arms.Split lip.Pale skin.Dark circles beneath her eyes.
There was an IV bruise on one arm like somebody had stuck her more than once.
My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.Whoever did this was going to die.I didn’t care who the fuck he was anymore.
Piney carefully cut the bindings from Erin’s ankles while Vin worked on her wrists.
“She’s ice cold,” Vin muttered.
Cross adjusted her head slightly.“Shallow breathing.”
McKayla moved closer again.
“Erin?”Her voice cracked hard.“Erin, it’s me.”
No response.Nothing.
