Ravyn sat on the edge of the armchair, her knees drawn close, her fingers laced together so tight her knuckles ached. The sitting room felt smaller than it ever had before, walls inching inward, air thick with tension and half formed fears no one wanted to say aloud.
Rion stood near the window with his arms crossed, and a clenched jaw. He’d been pacing earlier. Now, he was situated in a dangerous way that meant he was thinking too hard, going through every option thoroughly. Calvin leaned against the back of the couch, trying to look relaxed and failing miserably, while Quinn occupied the dining table with her laptop open, her phone beside it, and her fingers flying across the keyboard.
They were all panicking.
They just weren’t panicking the same way.
“So,” Calvin said lightly, glanci
