chapter 40

Sable

None of the men answer my question right away. They grow silent, tossing secret glances around at each other as if hoping someone else will take the lead.

Ridge’s handsome face settles into a look of quiet resignation, while Archer’s lips turn down into something that looks like pity. Or maybe even disgust? Trystan just looks angry, his blue-green eyes churning with agitation.

“Where is Dare?” I ask again, catching Ridge’s gaze and putting as much strength behind my voice as I can.

I need to know. Whatever the answer is, I need to know. I’m not a child who needs to be protected from the horrors of reality. In fact, I’m really freaking tired of them trying to hide the tough stuff from me. The reality of my life before I met them was horror enough on its own, and watching those scenes play out again and again in my head over the past few days has driven that truth home.

Nothing they say can break me at this point.

“He left,” Trystan says shortly. “He cut out right after you began