My phone screen felt like a block of ice in my hands.
I stared down at the picture of my dad. His eyes were wide with pure terror, blinking through the bruises, looking right at the camera. Gideon's fingers were wrapped around the handle of that silver gun, pressing the cold metal right into my dad's temple.
My stomach did a violent flip. I felt like I was going to throw up right on the concrete floor.
I looked at the clock on the phone screen. 11:15 PM. I only had forty-five minutes before the clock hit midnight.
"Dad," I whispered, a hot tear finally spilling over my eyelashes and hitting the glowing glass.
I looked up at Cassian. He was still dead to the world, his face pale and shiny with sweat, his big chest moving up and down in short, heavy gasps. The white bandage over his rib
