CALLUM
The moment I saw the SUV roll up the driveway, I knew it wasn’t trouble. The engine hummed in that familiar way, a low, even pure that practically whispered Malcolm. Still, I followed Reed and Asher down the hall with purpose—just in case.
Reed was the first to reach the door, as always. The “responsible” brother. He peeked through the side window, his shoulders visibly relaxing when he caught sight of the man climbing out of the vehicle. It wasn’t the first time Reed had gone all “big brother mode,” peeking out the window like some overprotective watchdog, I had found that act of his irritating. But this time, I wasn’t annoyed at him. No, I was irritated because Malcolm’s SUV pulling up to the house meant one thing: a complication in the mission we sent him out for.
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