CHAPTER 16
Present Day, Ithaca
‘Dad!’ Emilia yelled the moment they appeared in the kitchen. Her hands immediately pressed down on Seb’s limp hold on the turban. He was fully unconscious now, his face and lips leeched of colour. But she could see he was still faintly breathing.
In seconds, David came careening through the door, his eyes wild with fright. He skidded to a halt, took one look at the blood soaked material under her hands and yanked his phone from his pocket, tearing his trousers as he did so.
While he had an urgent conversation with whoever was on the other end of the phone, Emilia lifted her hands away from Seb just long enough to reach for a pile of clean dishtowels neatly folded on the kitchen table. The turban was soaked through with blood. Carefully prying Seb’s
