Elaine
The moment I realized the truth, I felt the blood drain from my face. Ryne. It was Ryne who had shot Thomas. My chest tightened, panic rising like a tidal wave. Bran couldn’t be with him. He couldn’t. I couldn’t let him walk straight into danger.
“Oh God…” I whispered, my hands trembling. Bran doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what Ryne has done.
I jumped to my feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, nearly tipping over as I stood. My first instinct was to grab my phone and call Bran, but the memory hit me like a cruel slap—I’d left my phone at home.
Why now? Why of all times did I forget it?
I bit down on my lip, forcing myself to breathe. I still had a few minutes before work. Maybe—just maybe—I could reach him another way. Without thinking twice, I ran back home, my l
