RHEA'S POV
Darius scrambles up to his feet, taking a step back. For a moment, something stands between us. He presses the phone to his ear and I can't make out the words of the conversation, but a few words filter to my brain. They make the hair on my neck stand on edge. I catch the word "Monica" and "here" and I stiffen immediately, searching Darius's face.
"What is going on?" I wonder.
Darius ends the call, his face an unreadable mask. "We've got to go," he says, pushing past me to Rowan, who is softly asleep beside a tree.
"What happened?" I ask.
He doesn't reply, picking Rowan up and carrying him. Rowan stirs but doesn't wake up. I hold his hand, stopping him from walking past me.
"What was that?" I ask, my tone sharper.
"f**k," Darius curses under his breath.
I turn around, fo
