He slowly drops to his knees and puts a palm on the carpet. “Lo,” Ryke says, bending to him. He tries to help, but Lo swats him away with wild, watery eyes. “Where’s Lily?” he asks, frantic. “Lily!” He whips his head. “Lily!” he cries, searching for me. Rose finally lets me go, and I run into Lo’s arms. He holds me tightly and cries into my shoulder, his body heaving. “I’m here,” I breathe. “It’s okay.” When I look up, I see Ryke and Rose exchanging hesitation.
