Raiden’s POV
I refused to let go of her hand.
Even as Greyson paced the length of his meticulously ordered bedroom with his ice-blue eyes fixed on the door, and Ace slouched in the armchair wearing an uncharacteristically solemn expression, my entire focus remained tethered to the small, fragile fingers resting in my palm. Her pulse fluttered against my thumb: steady, human, and achingly mortal.
“We wait for Nate,” Greyson had commanded the moment Callie demanded the truth. “We do this together. She deserves to hear it from all of us.”
So, we waited. The silence in the room wasn’t the heavy, crushing quiet of the dampening field upstairs, but rather the tense, vibrating stillness that precedes a thunderstorm. Propped up against the silver pillows, Callie sat with the oversized tactical
