Storm
Lilly’s bedroom had been destroyed.
The moment I stepped through the doorway, my stomach dropped.
Drawers had been ripped open. Clothes were scattered across the floor. Furniture had been overturned, and deep scratches marred the walls.
And then I saw the blood.
There was blood smeared across the floor.
More covered one of the walls.
My heart stopped.
“Lilly.”
Her name escaped my lips as a broken whisper.
She was gone.
Someone had been here.
Someone had taken her.
My scream must have carried through the entire house because seconds later, footsteps thundered up the stairs.
“Lena!”
Siobhan appeared in the doorway.
The moment she saw the room, every trace of colour drained from her face.
For one terrifying second, neither of us moved.
Then my instincts kicked in.
“No
