Adrian's POV
I came down the cliff face with half my ribs cracked and Raze screaming so loud in my skull I could barely see straight, and when I reached the shelf of rock above the wreckage, there was only Jasper Lockwood.
Just him. Standing there in the wind, soaked in blood that wasn't all his own, two bundled shapes cradled against his chest.
I stopped. The whole world stopped.
"Where is she." My voice didn't sound like mine. It came from somewhere deep and animal, from Raze, from the bond that had gone silent in my chest the way a struck bell goes silent when you clamp your hand around it. "Lockwood. Where is my mate."
He wouldn't look at me. He looked at the babies. At the sea. At his own bloody hands. Anywhere but my face.
"They're alive," he said. "Your son. Your
