JAMIE
The door clicked shut behind them, and the silence that followed wasn’t peaceful.
It was killing me
I stared at the space where Amber had just stood—frail, glowing, confused—and now… gone again. Not taken this time, but leaving still felt like a loss.
My jaw clenched.
Stephanie didn’t even look back. She never did when she was pissed.
And she was more than pissed.
She was right.
I turned slowly, facing my brothers.
Toby had slumped into the nearest chair, head in his hands like he was holding himself together by a thread. Zac leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly across his chest, eyes narrowed in thought. Ethan paced near the far corner, restless energy radiating from him like heat from a furnace.
“You should’ve listened to me,” I said quietly.
No one responded.
