After that bombshell left me too stunned to speak, the previously silent Jace stood up and took charge, handing out tasks to everyone present in a way that no one ignored, not even Landon
Lucian took the SUV's keys and went to move it around by the garage, promising to put mine and Drew's bags in a spare bedroom.
Calder dragged Drew to the corner of the basement, stuffing one of the couch's thin throw pillows under his head, and sat down on the floor next to him, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes. His body language radiated a total lack of concern.
I hated seeing Drew lying there like that on the hideous orange carpet. I wanted to drop to the floor and hold his head myself, stroke his hair off his sweaty forehead.
My fingers practically itched with the desire to touch him. I felt so cold without him next to me.
