Chapter 83

Vance.

He heard me..

The air shifts—just a tremor, but enough to send a cold ripple up my spine.

I don’t look up at first.

I don’t want to.

But my eyes drag upward anyway.

And Vance is already staring at me.

He isn’t angry. He isn’t shouting. He’s just standing there. Staring at me. Completely still.

Enzo’s fingers clutch tighter in my shirt.

I kiss the top of his head, swallowing the panic rising