Saoirse
“I’m gonna call the Healer for you,” I whispered, running my fingers through his messy blond hair. His eyes fluttered shut like my touch calmed something in him.
Gods, he’s gorgeous. There’s a stark difference between the two brothers.
Cyrus looks like a fallen angel. Those green eyes? Soft, almost innocent—until he opens his mouth and ruins the illusion. Flirty, shameless, reckless.
And Cain? Cain looks like sin carved in steel. Untouchable. Dangerous. The kind of man who doesn’t have to try—he just is. Alpha King in the making. Their golden hope. And completely heartless. No interest in anyone’s feelings. No apologies. No mercy.
Not that either of them ever cared.
I brushed my hand against Cyrus’s cheek—he was burning up. With a quiet breath, I stood and walked out to find
