Keith's POV
The question hung in the air of the car, and I was asking myself the same thing. What was I doing here?
After seeing the news trending about her, and catching her desperate live stream, I'd told myself it wasn't my concern. She was the one who wanted to reject the bond, to live her own life. Let her deal with the consequences.
But then the report came in. An incident at the Queen's Estate. Multiple individuals found unconscious, signs of a struggle.
A cold, heavy weight had settled in my chest, a sensation so foreign and unwelcome I'd almost dismissed it as indigestion. It was worry. Pure, illogical, infuriating worry.
Kieran had been the one to say it aloud. "We should go get her."
And I, against all my better judgment, had agreed. We went to the hospital with the intention of dragging her back, of demanding to know why she couldn't seem to stop creating chaos that was now, inevitably, linked to our name.
