DAMON
Something was wrong.
I had been feeling it since the moment Kade's end of the mind link went quiet, that specific kind of quiet that wasn't natural, the kind that meant he was actively keeping something out. I paced the length of my room in grey sweatpants and a loose black tee, barefoot, running my hand through my hair for the fifth time in ten minutes, trying to push through the block and getting nothing but a wall each time.
Kade never blocked me unless things were bad and he didn't want me charging in and making them worse, which meant things were bad, which meant I needed to be there, which meant I was standing in this room pacing like a caged animal instead.
Vera wasn't helping my nerves either. She was two doors down in Rika's room, still unconscious, still pale, still gi
