Sable

None of the men answer my question right away. They grow silent, tossing secret glances around at each other as if hoping someone else will take the lead.

Ridge’s handsome face settles into a look of quiet resignation, while Archer’s lips turn down into something that looks like pity. Or maybe even disgust? Trystan just looks angry, his blue-green eyes churning with agitation.

“Where is Dare?” I ask again, catching Ridge’s gaze and putting as much strength behind my voice as I can.

I need to know. Whatever the answer is, I need to know. I’m not a child who needs to be protected from the horrors of reality....