Silas pov

Six hours ago.

Something was wrong.

Something that made me uneasy. Something I couldn’t quite place, but my gut knew, knew that something was off.

As I sat, legs crossed in the moving car, my mind wasn’t on the book in my hands, nor on my gamma’s words as he drove, his voice carrying through the air, explaining the situation of the guards, the weapons, and how much time remained before we reached our destination.

My brothers sat not far from me. Lucien, in the ...