Chapter 303

SILAS

From the moment Donovan grabbed the toolbox, I knew something was wrong. He wouldn’t look at me, his movements sharp and deliberate. There was a darkness in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. I followed him, trying to figure out what he was planning. I couldn’t let him do something reckless.

But then I heard it—the slam of the door, the click of the lock. Donovan was inside with Draven. My stoma