CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
We find Dean in the gardens, watering the vegetables. When he sees me at Alec’s side, a shadow crosses his face, but I look away, unable to acknowledge the night we just shared.
"Dean," Alec's voice is steady, his eyes never leaving those of the boy—no, man—I've known as nothing but strong and unflappable. "We share more than just an affinity for moonlit runs and territorial disputes."
I sense Dean's body stiffen before me, his muscles coiling like springs, ready to launch at any perceived threat. His voice is a growl, low and menacing. "Speak clearly, Alec. What game are you playing now?"
Alec takes a step forward, his gaze unwavering. "No games this time." He pauses, almost as if he's savoring the reveal. "You and I, we're blood. Brothers."
The word hangs heavy i
