I sat with my knees pulled up to my chest, rocking myself back and forth. It had been almost three hours since Adriel and Kieran had carried an unconscious and bleeding Tommy into the kitchen. They told me to stay where I was and wait. At first, I protested but one look from Kieran shut me up. He had a warning look in his eyes and I had a feeling if I pushed him just a little more, he’d toss the ice cream bowl at my head, knocking me out as well.
My eyes were darting between the uniquely designed clock hanging on the wall and the lattice partition. I kept waiting to hear voices or the door opening or a thud or something to indicate that things were fine but it was quieter than a grave save for the rhythmic breathing of Teddy and Snow, who were resting on either side of me. Bruce had disap
