Zane~
Fox's voice kept flowing through the mind link like an ice cold river.
"She'd just gotten home, Zane. Natalie had barely teleported back after dropping you off. Didn't even have time to take off her boots."
I staggered, hand braced against the wall—cracks still etched where my rage had struck.
"What… what happened?"
His tone shifted—low, raw, like gravel dragged across glass.
"She felt it," Fox said. "Through the bond. Alex's pain hit the air out of her. Dropped her to her knees. Just for a heartbeat. But by the time she rose—"
His silence said the rest.
My chest compressed, folding in on itself like dying stars.
"She felt his pain—"
"She heard him too," Fox cut in, voice sharp. "He was calling out. Bleeding. Crying for her. For you. Begging. Whispering your names like a prayer."
I shut my eyes.
And there it was. Alex, small and fragile, reaching out. Shirt soaked in red. Voice cracking. Calling out for his parents.
Fox let out a breath. It shook.
"She snapped."
