“DID DOCTOR SARAH SAY what she needed, Megan?” Grayson spoke into his cell. His sister had called with the news he had to get down to the hospital right away and he had no idea what it was about.
“No, but she sounded pretty frazzled. Keep your wits about you, brother.”
Grayson hung up and pushed his legs harder to reach the hospital quicker, several scenarios racing through his head.
What if something bad had happened? Had a Rogue been found? Had someone been injured? They still hadn’t found the Rogues that attacked their town a month ago, although they’d searched high and low.
He scratched at his arm, the tingling pain of his lost birthmark still aching ever since Reagan had left.
It kept him awake in the dark hours, haunting him with what he’d lost. He barely slept and he’d lost wei
