Charlotte’s POV
“What?” I managed to choke out. My shoulder was still screaming in pain, my hands were torn and bleeding, and I could barely catch my breath, and now I was being told I was under arrest. None of it made any sense. “What are you talking about?”
Brooks didn’t answer. He just pulled the handcuffs from his belt and stepped forward.
“Wait.” I scrambled backwards on the ground, clutching my injured arm, my heart pounding. “Wait, what’s happening? Why are you doing this? Kieran!”
I whipped my head toward Kieran, searching his face for some kind of empathy, but he wasn’t looking at me. He stood, clutching Nora to his chest, and turned away.
“Kieran!” I shouted after him.
“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” Brooks said, crouching in front of me.
