“Go start the car, Rose,” he orders, his voice stoic. But there is something behind Connor Cobalt’s eyes that I don’t like. “We have to go,” I say through a cascade of tears. I try to lift Lo again, but Connor squeezes into the small space. “I have him, Lily. Can you go with Rose?” He glances back at my sister, who is staring wide-eyed at Lo. “Rose.” “Whose bottle of Glenfiddich is that?” she asks in one breath.
