MARIA
"Assholes!"
The word tore out of my throat the moment I stepped into my room, my voice echoing off the walls with all the anger and frustration I had been holding in.
I slammed the door behind me, the sound loud and sharp, but it did nothing to ease the storm raging inside my chest. My hands trembled at my sides, my breathing uneven as I paced forward, my thoughts spinning too fast for me to catch.
The quadruplets…
Heartless.
That was the only word that made sense.
How could they just stand there, arguing, questioning, or stopping me, when Noah's life was on the line?
The thought alone made my chest tighten painfully.
How could they ignore it like that?
If it were one of them—if it was Aidan, or Damien, or any of them that had been taken—would they still be standing around.
No.
They wouldn't.
They would have lost their minds.
They wouldn't waste a single second thinking.
They would have acted.
So why was Noah any different?
