Chapter Twenty-Seven
When Ian sat up in bed, Clay was seated on the loveseat, staring at him.
“It had to be done,” Clay said.
Ian swung his legs off the bed and grabbed at the edge as his head swirled. “Where did the Guardians take her?”
“You can’t go after her.”
“I can and I will.” He got to his feet and took a deep breath, hoping the extra oxygen would clear his clouded mind.
“You don’t understand anything. They insisted on taking her because of you.”
Ian laughed without humor. “Don’t you dare pin this on me.” He grabbed his jacket off the loveseat’s armrest. “You may have been too much of a coward to fight for Mom, but I won’t repeat your mistake.”
Clay’s eyes widened as if Ian had slapped him.
“What? Do you deny it? Mom started seeing things and you cut her off. Did you call t
