James
Mia didn’t say anything, as expected. She and Carter helped him with the reapers—their name, apparently—and it was an awkward moment once Carter realized who James was after all was said and done.
The inner struggle was evident, and the tension between James and the woman who birthed him was heavy. James would never hold anything against his brothers. Mia was a different story.
Carter, for all he’s been through, was mature enough not to take a side. He stood between them even in the silence.
“How long have you known he was alive?” Carter asked her.
“A few hours,” she admitted.
Carter looked to James, “How long have you known where we were?”
James’ jaw tensed. “Since the fire.”
“James, we tried looking for you—“
“Save it, Carter, you were a kid. P
