Red’s POV
Westley's words echo a thousand times over in my head, each time more deafening than the last.
They’ve got Corrin.
“Red?” murmurs Rowan, reaching for me beside him in bed. When he feels that I’ve sat up, he does the same, reaching for the lamp next to him. I don’t look at him. I’m not sure I have the ability to move.
Red? asks Westley. You there?
What do you mean, they’ve got her?
We were able to get Sophie and Marleigh out, but they put a sword to Corrin’s throat. Tried to keep us from leaving. She called their bluff—made us leave her there.
My hand flies to my mouth, and I shake my head, standing up. Poor Rowan gets out of bed, too, demanding to know what’s going on, but I ignore him.
Where are you? I demand.
I’m helping get Sophie and Marleigh to the Vila border. I’ll
