I paced the length of the bedroom, circling the edge of the bed like it might give me answers. Shade lay flat on his back on top of the comforter, arms at his sides, staring up at the ceiling like it might crack open if he glared hard enough.
Neither of us said anything for a while. I kept moving. He kept breathing slowly. That was the only thing keeping him from losing it. I knew him well enough to see it building. He closed his eyes and sighed when he noticed me looking at him.
Nyxen, Nick as he liked to be called, had walked right into the house like he owned it. No warning. No permission. Just barged through the front doors and acted like we were the guests. He looked too much like Shade for it to feel like anything less than a deliberate insult. The same sharp jaw. The same dark ha
