Upstairs, the air felt thin and heavy, filled with a tension that made it hard to breathe.
I stood by the window of Leo's bedroom, my hands pressed against the cold glass, looking down into the courtyard. The rain was coming down in sheets, blurring the yellow security lights below. Five minutes ago, the courtyard had erupted into absolute madness. I had watched through the rain as Marcus fishtailed the heavy SUV to a halt. I had heard the shouting, the slamming of metal doors, and the terrifying sight of Asher carrying Nick's limp, blood-soaked body into the foyer.
My heart hammered violently against my ribs. Nick was hurt. Severely hurt.
"Mommy?"
A soft, sleepy voice drifted from the bed behind me.
