And yet it didn’t feel like he was in danger. Didn’t feel like he was hurt in any way.“Riley?” Quinn was suddenly next to me, his hands gliding over me, looking for wounds or hurt when there wasn’t any. “Riley, what’s wrong?”“Rhoan,” I gasped, somehow pushing to my hands and knees. The dizziness hit again and fear flooded me. God, what was going on? “Something has happened to him.”Quinn grabbed my waist and hauled me upright. “Can you get dressed? Where’s your phone?”“Yes, I can, and in my bag.”He spun and walked into the living room. I staggered to the bathroom and hurriedly put on my clothes. The world spun again and I grabbed the corner of the shower to keep upright. When it eased, I found my shoes then ran out to the living room.Quinn was on my phone. “There’s no answer from Rhoan, either at the apartment or on his cell phone.”“He wasn’t at home. He was at Liander’s—” I stopped, and horror ran through me. Oh God, had something happened to Liander?Please, don’t let it be Liander.I grabbed the phone from Quinn and quickly dialed Liander’s number.
