Chapter Twenty-One
Without thinking, I began to move forward, but my mother caught me by the bicep. “No, Callista,” she whispered fiercely.
I almost wrenched my arm from her grasp. But then I saw Taryn staring at me, eyes wide, pleading. She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
All right, I’d consider myself warned. I stopped where I was, my gaze moving across the room to meet Raphael’s, relief sweeping over me as I took in his appearance.
He didn’t appear to have been harmed. His clothes looked a little rumpled, as if he’d slept in them, and his hair was likewise messier than I’d ever seen it, but physically, he appeared to be more or less intact. But his dark eyes seemed to bore into me, worried, intense.
Callista, what are you doing here?
We came to try to save you. We
