*Olivia*

I stared at Tallon, my heart beating in my throat. I’d been wrong, so wrong when I told Gio I didn’t know whether I wanted my dad rescued, when I told him I didn’t care if he died. Of course, I cared.

How could I not care? My flesh-and-blood father lay in the other room, maybe dying or already dead, and I couldn’t think about anything other than what I’d say to him… if I ever got to say anything again.

Tallon inhaled. He was going to ...