Caleb
The glass shattered against the wall. I hadn't meant to throw it—hadn't even realized I'd picked it up until I heard the crash and felt the sting of whiskey on my knuckles.
"Feel better?" Kalel leaned against the doorframe of our father's study—our study now—arms crossed, his face a mirror of my own rage.
"No." I flexed my hand, watching the small cuts from the glass heal in seconds. "He took her right out of our f*****g territory."
"Right from under our noses," Kalel agreed, his voice deceptively calm. Only the muscle jumping in his jaw betrayed how close to the edge he really was.
I stalked to the window, staring out at the mountains surrounding our compound. The sun was rising, painting the world gold—a stark contrast to the storm raging inside me.
Savannah. Gone. Taken by t
