Ramsey
The cool mountain air did little to cool the frustration simmering inside me as I stood at the large, arched window overlooking the sprawling White Mountains. It had been days since I'd brought Nathan here, hoping to extract information about Lyla but he was proving more stubborn than I'd anticipated.
I felt ashamed and angry at the same time that someone else had kept Lyla's whereabouts a secret while I had rejected her without thinking it through. It didn't help that all attempts to locate her in the human world had hit dead ends.
My hands tightened on the window ledge, my knuckles turning white as I replayed my last conversation with Nathan last night in my mind.
