[Emma's POV]
“I’m not yelling.”
“Yes, you are! You’ve been yelling since the day you found out what she is! Your very presence is a yell!”
The air between them sparked—literally. The shattered fixture above flickered with a ghost of light, and a visible current of energy rippled through the walls, the ancient house feeding on their clashing anger, their fraternal discord.
“Stop,” I said quietly, my voice barely audible as I clutched my burning wrist. The mark was searing now, a brand of guilt. “Both of you. Please.”
But they were locked in their own private war, a battle over what to do with the volatile weapon they had inherited.
“You’re too close to her,” Jaxon said, stepping toward his brother, his voice dropping into a dangerous growl. “You look at her and you don’t see the threa
