GAVIN’S POV
The second I stepped into the living room, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily from a brutal workout session, I knew something was off. The air felt thick...tense...and not from the stench rolling off my shirt. No, this was something else.
Lucas was pacing.
And when he paces, something is seriously wrong.
Only one person could make my ever-composed, stone-faced brother look like he was about to tear the place apart.
Noah.
Damn.
I dropped my gym bag beside the couch and wiped the sweat from my face with the towel hanging around my neck. “Hey, Lucas. What’s up?” I asked, pretending like I didn’t already know the storm that was brewing behind his narrowed eyes.
He turned to me so fast, his boots squeaked against the floor. His eyes...those infamous forest-green eyes...
