Chapter 60

• —Tristan—
• I pressed the blade against my palm when Adam appeared on the screen. He was slumped forward on a chair. When they started cutting him, Adam’s scream filled the airplane, blaring from the speakers mercilessly, and fuck, they were the first screams in forever that got under my skin. The first since her screams. I cut into my palm, deep, drawing blood.
• Savio gripped the armrest of the seat, his arms shaking. Damian was behind me, one hand digging into my shoulder.