HARDIN
I called Aaron once, but there was no response. Mind-linking him was pointless too. The connection kept fracturing, flickering in and out like a dying signal. That alone sent ice crawling down my spine.
What if something was wrong with him?
"Is everything okay?" Elara asked softly, moving closer behind me. She'd managed to pull her clothes back on, but her voice was still husky, her cheeks flushed from what we'd almost done.
I adjusted my trousers, dragged a hand through my wrecked hair, and gripped my phone like a weapon, already moving toward the door. I could barely look at her.
This wasn't normal. If I was feeling that kind of sharp, brutal pain and it wasn't mine… then it could only mean one thing. Something had happened to Aaron.
I was about to explain when my phone rang again. The second Father's name flashed across the screen, I answered instantly.
"Hardin, they attacked us again." That was the first thing he said. His words hit like a gut punch.
