Eve
I squinted harder, heart pounding so loud I was sure Alex could hear it. The moonlight shifted, clouds parting just enough to illuminate the figure fully.
It was Sage.
Bloodied, bruised, clothes hanging in tatters, but standing. Alive. And over his shoulder, like a sack of trash, was the limp body of a younger man—the same face from the store, the same smug eyes now closed.
Darrius Kane.
“Sage!” The name ripped out of me, a raw scream. I lunged forward, legs moving before my brain caught up.
Alex’s hand snapped around my arm, holding me back. “Stay calm,” he said low and urgent. “We don’t know the situation yet.”
I couldn’t. My whole body trembled with the need to reach him, to touch him, to make sure he was real.
Sage kept walking, slow but steady, until he was close enough fo
