Ravyn barely registered the sidewalks blurring past outside the window. Sebastian’s car tore through traffic, the engine a low, urgent growl as he sped toward the hospital. Kade sat rigid in the passenger seat, one hand gripping the dashboard, the other curled into a fist on his thigh.
Ravyn sat in the back, fingers shaking as she clutched her phone. Willow’s frantic voice echoed in her skull.
He’s hurt—Octavian—please hurry—
She squeezed her eyes shut. Not knowing what condition he was in, not knowing if he was conscious, if he was bleeding, if he was breathing—her mind was spinning.
Sebastian didn’t take his eyes off the road. “We’ll make it in time.”
“You don’t know that,” Ravyn whispered.
Kade turned slightly, his voice low and steady. “We’re getting there as fast as we can. Brea
