“Brother.” Mason met me outside just as the cars drove away.
“Yes?” I said and turned around.
“What do we do about Sebastian?” he asked.
I smiled a big smile that filled me with genuine joy. However, for my brother, it meant agony. He groaned and shook his head slowly back and forth.
“Don’t do this to me. I’m begging you! I’d rather work at the preschool changing diapers on the pups for a year!” He cupped his hands in front of his chest and pleaded.
“You’ve got this. There’s no one I’d trust more with this than you, brother,” I said and clapped my hand on the side of his face encouragingly.
“Why the hell can’t you go? Or send some warriors,” he whined as we returned to the house.
“I’m going on my own mission,” I said.
“To where? Can I come with?”
My shoulders s
