Chapter 75.

STACY.

I stumble back through the clearing and back to the parking lot, barely able to see through the blur of tears and the pain searing through my body. My skin is scraped raw; every step feels like shards of glass digging into me. But none of it compares to the agony tearing through my chest.

Liam’s cries echo in my mind. He’s gone—taken—and I wasn’t fast or strong enough to stop it all

Through my haze of fear and fury, I spot Jason standing by his car, his face tight with worry and confusion once he sets his eyes on me. His eyes scan over me, bare feet, blood smeared across my naked body. Without a word, he strides forward before he guards see me, shrugging off his shirt and draping it over my shoulders, while his hands linger as if hoping his touch alone could offer comfort.

“Stacy,” he begins, his voice rough with worry. “Where’s Liam?”

His words, spark ignites something inside me, transforming my devastation and panic into a blinding rage. My fingers clench the shirt aro