Evan
I hear him. Can feel him brushing my hair back as he wipes the sweat from my forehead. My big brother, my protector. Struggling as much as I can to open my eyes of my mouth to talk to him is in vain. I am trapped in my own mind, wandering aimlessly through memories. Most I recall but some I don’t. My mother’s voice singing to us. Calling me home.
“I am home Mom.” I reply frustrated. I need to get out of this prison. Did they catch Reyanne and Oliver? Did they hurt Axton? I linked him before that searing pain ripped through my chest.
“No baby boy you aren’t. Come home Evan. Tell Axton it’s time to come home. Come see me. You’re ready.”
I groan ready to tear through something. Griffin is no help. A sudden thought hits me almost knocking me over like a sledgehammer. Does she really
