The rain had slowed to a miserable drizzle by the time Elena reached the top of the gravel drive. She slipped off the horse, her legs shaking so badly she almost hit the mud. The black stallion let out a huff of steam and trotted toward the stables on its own, leaving her standing alone in the shadow of the massive stone pillars.
Silas hadn't moved. He stood on the top step, his silhouette framed by the amber light of the foyer. His coat was damp, and his hair was plastered to his forehead, but he looked as immovable as the mountain the estate was built upon.
"Where is Jax?" Silas asked. His voice was terrifyingly calm.
Elena wiped a mixture of rain and sweat from her eyes. She reached into her pocket and gripped the locket, the metal biting into her palm. "The inn. There was an explosi
