SONYA'S POV
The hospital room feels too small for the four of us plus the tension hanging thick in the air.
Reign is sitting up in bed, his chest still heavily bandaged, but his eyes are focused and intent as he studies the photo of my mother. Landon is in the chair beside him, oxygen tube still in his nose, but his fingers are flying across his laptop keyboard.
Phoebe stands by the window, arms crossed, her bruised throat visible every time she swallows.
And I'm pacing. Because sitting still feels impossible when my biological mother is being held hostage by a supernatural crime lord.
"Okay," Landon says, pulling up a map of the cemetery on his screen. "Here's what we know. Riverside Cemetery is about fifteen acres, mostly open ground with some wooded areas on the eastern perimeter.
