RHETT
The shattered glass under my boots sounded like bone snapping, a rhythmic, jarring crunch that underscored the absolute silence of the medical wing. I stood by the empty bed, my nostrils flaring as I tried to catch a scent, any scent, that wasn't the sterile sting of antiseptic or the metallic tang of the blood on the pillowcase. There was nothing. No trace of the man I had guarded for a decade. It was as if Lawrence had simply evaporated into the cold night air, leaving behind nothing but a name that felt like a curse.
"They took him, Rhett, they actually took him while he was helpless," Nola’s voice was hollow, a ghost of a sound that made the hair on my neck stand up. She was standing by the window, the moonlight catching the gold in her eyes, making them look like twin coins at
