Kieran:
The sound of Draven's phone clattering against the floor was what finally broke me out of my own frozen state. My youngest brother's horrified gaze snapped to me, wide and disbelieving, as if he had just heard the most unthinkable words.
"I-I need to get to her. I need to-" Draven stammered, his voice breaking halfway through.
I didn't let him finish. My own chest was tight, my heartbeat a furious drum that echoed against my ribs, but I forced himself to act when my brother could not. "I'll drive," I said firmly, my voice sounding steadier than I felt.
Draven didn't argue. He only nodded, sharp and frantic, and the two of us bolted together - through the garden and into the long corridor, and through another garden path that seemed endless this evening.
I didn't care who I shoved past, or how many startled faces turned my way. The only thought filling my mind was Evaline... and the fact that she's hurt.
