Summary:

Ilya’s posture shifted, almost imperceptibly.

“No,” he said quickly. “Do not go in there.”

But Luca was already moving, the memory pulling him forward before the warning fully registered.

Behind him, he heard Ilya’s sharper voice. “Luca. Wait. Not in there.”

The handle turned in his hand.

The door opened.

Shane Hollander was sitting on the edge of the bed.