INTERROGATION & ACCUSATIONS
~TATE'S POV~
I paced the length of our bedroom floor, my bare feet making soft sounds against the hardwood. The walls felt like they were closing in, each minute stretching longer than the last. Mathias had been gone for almost an hour now, and the silence pressed against my chest like a physical weight.
Something was wrong. I could feel it through the bond, a tight knot of tension that wasn't mine but theirs. Mathias and Daxon were stressed, maybe even worried, and that scared me more than I wanted to admit.
A knock at the door made me jump.
"Come in," I called, my voice shakier than I intended.
Myra slipped inside, her expression tight with concern. "Hey. You doing okay?"
"Not really." I stopped pacing and wrapped my arms around myself. "Do you know wha
