Six
GRAY
“He isn’t,” I insisted. It was that simple. Emilio wasn’t dead.
Which meant that Ronan and Elena had left him in that warehouse somewhere, bleeding and probably unconscious.
I was wearing only a thin robe I’d found hanging on the back of the bathroom door, but I didn’t care. Ignoring Ronan’s desolate stare, I pulled open the hall closet and grabbed the first jacket I saw, already shoving my bare feet into a pair of old boots.
“Let’s go. We need to find him and bring him back here. He needs medical attention.”
No one made a move.
“Why are you guys standing around? Let’s go!” Now it was my voice that was breaking, a tiny crack on the first word that’d turned into a fissure by the last, huge enough for all the doubts and fears to seep in.
My knees buckled, and I felt a pair o
