On the way home, I leaned against Lewis's chest, listening to his steady heartbeat beneath my ear. His warmth wrapped around me, grounding me when my thoughts threatened to spiral out of control.
Too much had happened.
My death.
Lena collapsing.
And now Nolan.
One by one, people around me were falling apart or disappearing entirely. The only one left was barely holding onto life.
I gripped Lewis's shirt tightly, my fingers curling into the fabric like it was the only thing keeping me from breaking. I couldn't understand it. Who could be so cruel? What had the Morrigans done to deserve this kind of destruction?
"Lewis," I murmured, my voice tight with frustration. "Have you found anything about the Deans?"
His hand moved slowly over my hair, calming, steady. "I had someone check again," he said softly. "Same result. There's no deep grudge between the Deans and the Morrigans."
"What about Faby Dean?" I asked quickly. "The garage owner. Anything on him?"
