Every feeling shoved behind his eyes because if one broke loose, he would bring the ceiling down on all of us and maybe he knew Perse was somewhere under it.
Aiden’s voice went thin.
“Thane.”
“She’s not there,” he said.
The words crawled under my skin.
I hated them.
“What does that mean?”
He stopped in front of a door marked four.
Of course.
Subject Four.
My mate was not a number.
Thane stared at the door, and for a heartbeat he looked like he was already standing in a grave.
“She was there,” he said, barely above a breath. “Afraid. In pain. Fighting.”
Aiden went so still beside me I could hear the gun shift in his hand.
“And now?” he asked.
Thane swallowed.
The link twisted.
Pain. Terror. A horrible, bottomless kind of helplessness that did not belong in my brother. Not h
