Ryan’s mind was racing, every instinct screaming that Gale was far more dangerous than Rose ever could be. Rose was impulsive, her actions sloppy and rushed — but Gale… Gale was something else. Calculated. Patient. Cold.
The way his thoughts twisted when he looked at Alexia made Ryan’s stomach churn. There was no humanity in him, just obsession and cruelty. Locking him in a closet wouldn’t stop him. He’d break out, or worse—hunt them down the second he got free. Ryan needed something permanent. Something that would take Gale completely out of the equation for the rest of the trip.
He sat in the corner of the hallway, pretending to be just another wandering kid while he thought. Kyan was beside him, her small fingers fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve. She watched her brother’s express
