Cal shot toward the front door again. "I'm going after Darby."

"Wait!" With shaky hands, I plucked the glass shards from the bottom of my feet. I held back the pained hisses behind tightened lips because this kind of pain was nothing compared to what I felt inside. "I'm going with you."

"You're bleeding everywhere," he shouted. "You'll just slow me down."

I pulled the last shard loose and glared at him. "Throw me my sandals."

"I'm leaving," he said and ...