The cold night air cut through my lungs like shards of broken glass as I stared at the iPad screen in Taryn’s hands.
Inside the brightly lit back of the mobile medical van, Nyx and Leo were lying side by side on a stainless-steel operating table. Clear plastic tubes were already taped to their tiny arms, and Kaelen stood over them in a green surgical gown, his gloved thumb resting directly on the plunger of a thick syringe.
"Take your hands off my children!" I screamed, taking a step down the stone stairs before Ryder’s arm locked around my waist to keep me from triggering Taryn’s finger on the red button.
"Stay right where you are, Lyra!" Taryn warned sharply, backing up against the open door of the white Maserati while Celeste’s mercenaries raised their rifles toward Ryder’s guards. "
