JEREMIAH DIDN’T speak for several seconds after he said the words out loud—someone is framing you.
He just stared at the vial as if it were a live grenade ready to blow apart everything he thought he understood.
When he finally moved, he grabbed her wrist.
“Come with me.”
His voice was low, controlled in a way that only made her heart pound harder. She didn’t argue. Her legs felt unsteady anyway, and Jeremiah’s grip was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground.
He pulled her out of the small storage room and down the hallway. Club members stared and muttered accusations, their words swirling like poisoned smoke. The medics still shouted orders inside the infirmary. Something crashed. Ronan’s voice cut through the chaos, furious and terrified at once. Robert’s life hung in the
