Frynn
The castle felt colder than usual when we got back, but maybe that was just me. Rage still burned in my veins, hot and poisonous, and no amount of pacing the length of the living room could make it ebb. My fists flexed at my sides, the memory of the club’s chaos still sharp in my mind, the scent of vampire arrogance, the sight of Daisy and Mia cornered like prey, the glint of fear in Mia’s eyes.
Our mate’s eyes.
I clenched my jaw so tight I felt my teeth grind.
Mia had no idea what she did to me, what she did to us. Brynn sat in one of the armchairs, his elbows on his knees, hands pressed together as if in prayer, but I knew better. My brother was just as furious as I was, maybe even more. His silence was a storm building, and when it finally broke, someone would bleed.
Daisy an
