I don’t breathe normally again until the apartment door shuts behind us — sealing in the carved words I never want to see again.
WE SEE YOU. WE SMELL HER. WE COME.
A chill slithers down my spine even remembering them. Draven doesn’t let go of me in the hallway. His arm stays between me and danger. Even walking to the parking lot feels like crossing a battlefield. He straps Carter into the backseat of his enormous black SUV like he’s handling a newborn instead of a toddler. LJ jumps in on the other side, muttering prayers, curses, and possibly song lyrics. I slide into the passenger seat, hands shaking so hard I can’t buckle myself. Draven reaches over and does it for me.
Silently. Gently. His fingers brush mine and my chest tightens painfully. The engine rumbles alive. He glances at me
