Grace's POV.
No! No! No!
This is not happening!
This cannot be happening!
It was all I could think as I rushed toward the open window.
I stuck my head out and called his name even though I knew that it was no use.
"Tate! Tate! Tate!"
Each one sounded more desperate than the first.
My baby was gone.
She took him.
I trusted her and she stole him from me.
How could she?
I turned back around. Rhyder, Ronin, and Agetha were all staring at me. They all had the same desolate, haunted look in their eyes - the same look that I had in mine.
Only, they couldn't possibly know the angst, the fear, the absolute desperation I was feeling inside.
My baby was gone.
Who knew what she was doing to him - what she had planned for him.
I should have protected him - we should have kept him safe
