Twelve
Torben
Alis suddenly cries out. As if in slow motion, I see Ruby slip from her arms and I let my instincts take over, catching my daughter just before she hits the ground. That means however that Alis crumples on the hard wooden floor, not moving. I can’t even hear her breathing.
I roar through the bond connecting me with my sleuths and I feel them immediately jumping to attention. I quickly check on Ruby. She seems fine, no longer crying, just looking at me tiredly. She’s not shifted like we’d hoped. Whatever Alis was doing, it went very, very wrong.
The guys burst into the room and I hand Ruby to Finn, who’s the first one to reach me.
“Make sure she’s okay,” I command and turn to Isla. She’s still not moving. I shake her shoulders, rub her chest, shout at her, but nothing hap
