Chapter 188

• Mason POV
• I’ve still got the phone pressed to my ear, the dispatcher’s voice in my head asking too many damn questions while I’m trying to keep track of a scene that’s unraveling faster than I can ground it.
• Theo’s lying there on the floor in a growing pool of blood. Nathan’s crouched beside him, face tight, jaw locked, both hands pressed against the wound like he’s trying to will the bleeding to stop. Harper’s still curled over Theo, shaking, crying, and wearing nothing but one of his shirts, barely long enough to cover the mess.