The air in the dining room froze with Isabelle’s scream.

For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then Riven’s chair scraped sharply against the marble floor. Before the shock could even register to everyone else, he was already by the boy’s side. He squatted on one knee; just in time for Isabelle to come to her senses and rush over as he pressed his palm over the boy’s small chest.

“Ryan…” she gasped breathlessly.

Riven looked up at her, regarding her expression as she ...