Raisel - POV

Back to Iowa. I hadn’t slept a wink. As soon as the car rolled to a stop in front of my mother’s house, my eyes locked onto the sleek, expensive car parked in the driveway. Something about it sent a shiver down my spine. Next to me, I felt Soren tense.

“What now?” I muttered under my breath.

“Problem,” Jace whispered. His tone was sharp, and when I turned, I saw my friends exchange uneasy glances.

We stepped inside, and there they were—Rocher and a man in ...