Hollis

“Fuck,” King Kieran hisses under his breath.

I stare into the depths of the prison wagon, rage pounding like a heartbeat through my veins. “Go. I’ll keep an eye on her.”

He looks at me for a second, and I fucking know he’s about to ask why. I don’t have an answer. I think I might’ve exchanged a look with Eva before taking off, and that might be enough, but I don’t give a shit right now. All I know is the monster in this rolling cell needs to be ...