As if responding directly to the word monsters, a soft, fractured intake of breath broke the quiet of the room, causing all three of us to freeze.
On the bed, Callie stirred. Her brow furrowed as a small wince pulled at the corners of her mouth, and her eyelashes fluttered against her pale cheeks before slowly, painfully dragging open.
Her violet eyes were cloudy for a moment, clearly disoriented by the stark, modern luxury of Greyson’s bedroom. Blinking to clear her vision, her gaze shifted sluggishly until she found Raiden sitting beside her, then moved to the foot of the bed to find me, and finally settled on the window where Greyson stood perfectly still.
She didn’t scream, and she didn’t scramble backward like she had in the bunker. She just lay there, staring at us with a quiet, d
