Lisa’s POV
Colt drove like a man possessed.
He didn’t say a word, he just slammed the paddles too hard and took turns like he was street racing ghosts. The seatbelt cut across my collarbone with every lurch forward. I gripped the door handle, not for support, but to keep me from screaming.
It wasn’t fear. It was frustration. A slow, boiling rage wrapped in confusion.
We’d just fled a blood-soaked event, Ronan had stayed behind, and now I was being whisked away in the middle of the night by two wolves who were either too nervous or too trained to speak.
I stared at Colt. Then at Sean. Then back out the window.
Nothing.
They said nothing.
Not a single word came out their mouths.
So I inhaled, once. Twice. Then calmly asked, “Is anyone going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
There was a very low deep breath from one of them which thereafter, Colt was the first to break.
“Ronan is fine.”
Wait,
That’s it? That was the sentence?
I turned to him. Slowly. “And?”
That made them glance at e
