Cain
I could feel it—the sharp throb of my heart punching against my ribcage. Brooke’s voice wasn’t just a whisper anymore, it was a damn warning bell. The way her eyes flicked to me and then back to Father... I knew something was wrong. Or worse, she knew something.
My fingers twitched at my side, and I locked my jaw tight.
“What about her?” Father’s voice dropped an octave, no longer curious—now it was serious. Suspicious. He knew, too.
Brooke’s lips trembled. “About her physical body…” She trailed off, suddenly starting to shake. Her hand went to her chest like she was steadying her heartbeat, but my eyes were already darting to her clenched fists.
Damn it.
The image of Saoirse’s last look before she walked away flashed in my head, like a burn that wouldn’t fade. I wanted to ask.
