Chapter 26
twenty-six
Luther
“This isn’t right. None of this feels correct. Wren shouldn’t have sent us out so quickly after her heat. And Ruth’s fine, there’s nothing at all wrong with her, she’s just munching away.” Pierce shakes his head, shutting the stall back.
Luther agrees, but he doesn’t voice his concern. He’s afraid of what they’re going to walk back into.
He originally chalked up the oddity to Wren’s actual concern of Ruth, but now it’s evident that it was a ploy.
One to get us away from Nia.
Luther doesn’t allow the thought to land. He simply takes off, back down the hill, into the house, hoping that Nia is still in the nest, that Wren hasn’t taken her or done anything unforgivable.
Because taking Nia, removing her from this house, from Luther, from Pierce—that would be the definition of unforgivable.
Luther barely makes it back inside when the front door slams open.
His eyes widen, and he freezes in place as he stares down the barrel of a gun.