For a second, I honestly thought I misheard him. Or maybe my brain just... glitched.
Because what does that even mean."Your father isn’t the only one looking for you”?
My throat felt tight. “What do you mean by that?” I asked, my voice way smaller than I wanted it to be.
Zayden didn’t blink. He didn’t look away. His expression was just… tense. Controlled. Like he was choosing every breath.
“Get in,” he repeated. “Now.”
A part of me wanted to argue just for argument’s sake because who the hell was he to give me orders? But another part of me… the part that still remembered Derek’s hands, and the cold fear from last night, and the stupid trembling in my chest… that part wouldn’t let the words out.
I stepped forward slowly. Stupidly. Like I had no mind of my
