Logan's POV
I don't waste time grabbing a jacket.
The rain is still coming down in sheets, blurring the windows, hammering the roof, making it hard to hear anything but the storm itself. But I don't care. I grab my car keys off the hook and I run—down the porch steps, across the gravel drive, into my car.
'Rowan's gone.'
'He took the car.'
Astrid's face when she said that is still burned into my mind—panicked, pale, her eyes hollow with the kind of fear that cowers in the face of what has gone wrong and with the thought of what could go wrong.
Rowan has been volatile since Dad's arrest. More shaky on his feet with his eyes downcast and unsure. I haven't really spoken to him since the meeting in New Carthage when he punched me and basically told me that all this was my fault.
