He immediately thought of Zayn, the younger son, the wild one who always seemed to get into some trouble.
Zayden, on the other hand, was careful, smart, and always in control. He didn't get hurt, at least not in ways the family heard about until much later, after he had healed and was back to his routine.
Enzo said, "Wait, Zayn is in Miami right now with Emma. They're on vacation—"
"No," Ryan cut in. "Not Zayn. Zayden."
Pause.
"Zayden is in the hospital, fighting for his life. It's all over the news. Zayden's in critical condition… and Michael Arthur is dead."
After a moment, Ryan added carefully, "Do you think there's a connection?"
Enzo didn't pick up on the question. He didn't hear anything after that. The words fighting for his life echoed in his head, drowning everything else out.
The phone slipped from his hand and hit the floor. He pressed his other hand against his chest, where his heart was suddenly pounding, racing.
He whispered, "My Zayden… my lion."
