Chapter 6The stairs were relentless. Cruel. Vicious, with edges that could bite, and the flat landing below like a tombstone slab.
They’d put mats down, since a decent amount of their stunt team would end up going over rails or at the bottom of the steps. But those weren’t a guarantee. And Dylan hadn’t been prepared to fall.
He landed with a sound Matthew would hear in nightmares forever. Heavy. Dull. Sudden.
He didn’t move. Lying still. On his back. Head turned to one side. Eyes shut.
Matthew shoved bodies out of the way. Flung himself down the stairs. Couldn’t feel the steps, his footfalls, the air in his lungs.
Dylan hadn’t moved yet. Not even his chest. Not rising or falling—not—
Matthew dropped to both knees. He couldn’t hear anything. His own heartbeat. Thunder.
Dylan couldn’t
