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“I need to call my mom and let her know,” I muttered, my body finally coming alive. I grappled in my bag for my phone, but a hand closed around my wrist.
“Cait. Your mom…”
I turned to look at him again.
“You can try later, okay?” He said. He sounded exhausted. His voice was barely more than a whisper.
Hmm.
I opened my mouth to argue with him, but the tiredness in his expression told me not to.
Why were we going back to his house?
Something was dancing on the edge of my memory… something had happened. I was supposed to be mad at him. Wasn’t I?
I turned in the other direction and found Bree sitting next to me, her forehead pressed to the bullet proof glass. Tears streaked down her face, and it was only then I noticed that she too looked utterly exhausted.
What was going on?
I clenched my fists anxiously, but nothing happened. I looked down at my fingers. I couldn’t feel them. They were still there, but I couldn’t feel them. There were other parts of me I couldn’t feel as well. The steady beating drum that usually resided in my chest was gone. There was nothing.
When we arrived back at the house, it was a hub of activity.
Men rushed around muttering, their heavy boots sounding loud even over the pristine carpets.
All three of us stood there frozen. This house was usually a sanctuary. White. Placid. Calm… this was where you came to escape the noise. Now itwasthe noise. I could almost hear the walls reverberating with the knowledge that nothing would ever be the same again.
“The Queen is missing. The Princess is missing.” I heard it repeated over and over. I wasn’t sure if it was the men, or the house saying it.
I cocked my head.
My parents were gone… yet they didn’t once mutter their names.
The air smelled like vengeance, but it wasn’t for my parents. It was for Molly and Quinn.
Oh God, Quinn.
Suddenly, I felt everything.
It smashed into my chest like a wrecking ball, leaving a jagged, crumbling hole in the center of my being.
I gasped from the pain of it, doubling over. I felt like I might be sick.
Quinn…
So young. So innocent. She shouldn’t be caught up in all of this. She was just a child… what the hell had happened?
A warm hand fell on my shoulder, and I glanced up to see concerned green eyes peering down at me. For once, my first thought wasn’t biting his head off, which was weird.
“Cait?”
“I’m okay,” I whispered around the agony that lanced and twisted in my insides. Death by a thousand cuts. That’s what this felt like.
“We need to find Dad,” he said, glancing between me and his sister. Brianna nodded slowly, eyes wide and afraid.
We found Cullen in the living room, half slumped over the arm of the couch where he sat. A few men stood around him, seemingly unsure of what to do or how to help.
He looked up when we came in, his eyes falling on me first.
