"You can't go." Max stepped in front of Adam, stopping him before he could head out to meet Melanie.
Adam froze, his hand tightening around the car door handle, and then turned sharply to glare at his best friend. "What do you mean I can't go?" His voice was clipped, every word carrying an edge.
Max shifted uncomfortably under the weight of Adam's stare but forced himself to answer. "Cadence Sint has already reached here. He's on his way to the Thomas family home as we speak."
Adam stiffened at once. His eyes narrowed, his shoulders squared, and his grip on the door tightened until his knuckles turned white. "What do you mean he is already on his way here?" His tone was cold, demanding, each syllable deliberate. "Wasn't he supposed to arrive tomorrow?"
