*Isla*

“He’s on his way back,” Ben says hoarsely, running his fingers through his hair as he takes a seat in the dining room. I hold Isaac against my chest, patting his back as I pace along the far wall where the sunset is beaming through the windows. “I talked to him a few hours ago. He said he’d be here by morning.”

I nod, glancing out a window as I pass, as if I can make Maddox just materialize out of nowhere.

“How is Antony?” Ben asks as he reaches for a ...