"Big Bro, why aren't you saying anything? Big Bro, tell me!" Yara Quillan was frantic, struggling in Jared Monroe's arms as she demanded to know Lucian Sloan's condition.
Jared Monroe offered a reassuring smile, pinching Yara Quillan's cheek. "Your Third Bro is fine. It was just a minor accident. He's at the hospital now, getting treated for some superficial wounds."
"Big Bro, you're not lying to me, are you? Why did I hear such a loud noise?"
Yara Quillan couldn't forget the explosion she had heard. It was so clear, so vivid, that her heart was still pounding with fear.
"That's because there was another crash on a nearby bridge. Your Third Bro was just grazed by some of the debris. It's really nothing serious."
"Big Bro, I don't believe you! It's impossible! Something must have happened to Third Bro." As if struck by a premonition, Yara Quillan suddenly struggled free from Jared Monroe's arms.
'I have to find my Third Bro!'
'I have to find him!'
