Lena
My heart stopped.
“Mason.”
The voice had been weak.
Barely more than a whisper.
But I knew it.
I would know that voice anywhere.
The sound echoed through the abandoned rink, bouncing off cracked walls and empty seats.
Cold rushed through me.
He was here.
Alive.
My brother was here.
I moved before thinking.
“Mason!”
A hand grabbed my wrist.
Kane.
“Wait.”
I jerked free.
“That’s my brother!”
“And this could be a trap.”
“I don’t care!”
His eyes darkened.
“I do.”
The words hit harder than they should have.
But fear had already taken control.
I pushed deeper into the rink.
The beam from my phone flashlight shook violently in my hand while old dust floated through the weak light.
Behind me, footsteps followed.
Kane.
Then Ethan and Zara.
The rink felt frozen in t
