Henry

I pressed the accelerator down hard. The warehouse was still miles away, but every second felt like hell. My mind kept painting pictures I didn’t want to see: Sienna’s face twisted in pain, Celeste frightened and alone, crying for a father who wasn’t there.

Even Amelia. As wicked as she had proven herself to be, she was still someone I had held as a baby. Someone I had stayed up at night worrying about. That thought made me feel sick with anger.

Then my phone rang.

“Where are you, Henry?” Richard’s voice was steady. His calmness was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.

“Almost there.”

“Good. Jace...