NATE’S POV
The rain had finally stopped, but the aftermath clung to me like a second skin.
Elliot stood a feet away, eyes blazing into mine. He was seconds away from reaping my head off.
But with the cold seeping into my bones my fingers clenched so tight around Elara’s purse that my knuckles had gone pale.
“Where is my sister?” Elliot snapped, his voice sharp and full of venom.
“She’s resting,” Angelo jumped in, too fast, too rehearsed.
Elliot’s eyes darted to him then back to me. His gaze narrowed, scanning me from head to toe, and I knew instantly he saw right through us. Through me.
“Why is her purse with you?”
Even before I could open my mouth, I knew he already had his answer.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
“Where the fuck is my sister?” he barked, stepping closer.
“She’s—” Angelo started again, but I cut in.
“She’s gone,” I said quietly.
The words felt like gravel in my throat. And only add more realism to it. She isn’t here.
“Nate” Angelo whispers.
“There’s n
