Iris's POV
"IRIS, STAY focus." Gael cupped my head, forcing me to look at him.
I stared at the pools of sadness and frightened eyes as I gulped and nodded repeatedly as if I understood everything.
Chills ran down my spine in horror. I was trembling, but Gael kept squeezing my hands, saying we could do this.
No matter how hard he tried to hide his emotions, I knew he was frightened. We were all beyond terrified for Colt.
Tears rolled down my eyes, but I tried harder not to break down for their sake. This was not the right time—I told myself many times, and I have no plan on losing him today.
"Our plan will work, Iris. Colt can handle himself. Just trust me and remember what I told you." Gael's encouragements were just a buzz to my ears. They weren't sinking in.
I couldn't think. My brain was freezing, and I had more adrenaline flooding in my system to think of anything right now.