Chapter 44

• Elijah’s brother wasn’t one for patience. He barely waited before stepping closer, his eyes narrowing in on me. “Funny, isn’t it?” His words cut through the tension like a knife, each syllable deliberate. “Family always shows up when you least want it.”
• I was tired of this already. “I don’t care who you are or what your problem is with Elijah. What do you want?” My voice came out sharp, unforgiving, but I didn’t care. There was no time for this.
• His attention shifted to me—slowly, like a predator deciding if the prey was worth the effort. “I want the truth.” His smile was nothing more than a twitch, cold and devoid of any humor.