"Emma..." David rushed up to her, his face full of worry. "You didn’t do anything crazy, did you?"
The whole way over, his biggest fear was that she'd lose it and storm off to confront Mara.
Just the thought of his usually tough little sister sobbing like that over the phone made his chest tighten painfully.
Emma threw herself into his arms, half-laughing, half-crying. "David... Damien... Damien got someone to try and save Cassie. There’s hope!"
It all sounded straight out of a fairytale—bringing someone back from the dead—but from that devil of a man’s tone, he really seemed like he could pull it off.
"Then stop crying already," David soothed, gently patting her back. No matter what happened with Cassandra, he didn’t want his sister getting carried away just yet.
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