Elias POV.
I watched the taillights of Aaron’s truck disappear into the dark line of trees, the engine noise fading until the only thing left was the sound of the wind picking up and the wet, heavy slap of mud against my boots.
I looked down at my coat. Two thousand dollars of Italian wool, now splattered with brown sludge thanks to my brother’s little exit. I could still feel the phantom pressure on my chest where he’d pinned me. He’s always been like that...all muscle and instinct, no patience for the long game. My mother always said Aaron was the storm and I was the lighthouse, but right now, I felt more like a man standing in a graveyard with a woman who probably wanted to stab me with a staple gun.
I turned my head slowly toward Maeve.
She hadn't moved. She was standing there wit
