ECHOES OF THE BONDS
~MATHIAS POV~
The steady sound of the SUV’s engine became a soft background noise, but it did not ease the tension between my brother and me.
Oregon trees rushed by the windows, green against gray as we drove along the winding road back to our home.
Daxon sat in the passenger seat, resting his arm on the door, his fingers tapping on the panel like a clock ticking.
He had been quiet for most of the drive, which should have been a good thing, but the silence felt tense, like the air before a storm.
“You are wound up,” he said finally, his voice deceptively calm.
I tightened my grip on the wheel. “And you are nosy.”
“Don’t start,” he warned, his blue eyes sliding to me. “You have been pushing her too hard, Mathias. Tate’s finally starting to trust us….maybe even
