"Will? What"s he talking about?"
It was surprisingly easy to tear her gaze away from Topher. Tricksy had once believed his face to be so interesting. But today it looked tired. There were lines and dark circles under Topher"s eyes. The indents of mischief that had always stretched at the corners of his eyes looked like they"d been carrying something heavy. The angles at the edges of his mouth weighed down as though he"d been frowning a lot recently.
In another life, Tricksy would"ve gone to Topher. She would"ve urged him to unburden himself in hopes it would draw them closer together. Right now, she didn"t care a wit about what was bothering him.
Her gaze went to Will. Will didn"t look much better than his brother did. The smooth planes of his forehead now creased with a burden that loo
