Chapter 85

Theron Vane's POV

The longer my grandmother spoke, the more emotional she became-until her voice broke entirely and she started crying.

I gripped the phone tighter, her sobs cutting through the night like claws to the chest. My throat tightened with something I couldn't name-something uncomfortably close to guilt.

"I'll take care of her," I said softly, trying to ease her worry. "Don't worry, Gran