“Ella, love.” Brandon utters, taking hurried steps forward. He reaches for my hand, but I snap.
“Don't touch me,” as I clutch tightly onto Brother's blazer.
Cassian: “What’s wrong, angel?”
Brandon: “It's not what you think.”
Both Brother and Brandon mutter simultaneously, with Brother cradling my face worriedly as he searches my eyes for reasons.
I open my mouth, but before I can speak, another voice cuts in, smooth yet dangerous, looking at me so intensely, that same predatory look from three years ago in his eyes.
I begin to tremble as the memories I thought I've forgotten crashes down on me with such force.
“Alpha Ironveil. It's been a while.” He extends his hand casually, but Brother doesn't take it; he steps forward, his voice a growl as he demands,
“Why is my baby sister afra
