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Theo winced, jaw tightening beneath the pressure. “I?—”

“You weren’t answering your phone,” Silas’s voice dropped into a snarl. “Did you even hear it? Or were you too busy fucking her?”

The last word hit like a slap.

Theo’s fingers twitched at his sides. He didn’t deny it. Instead his face turned red…which told me everything. He wasn’t…but he wanted to.

Jude whistled low, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Well, that escalated.”

Gabe cut him a savage glare.

Silas’s breaths came out ragged, his body trembling from the effort of staying upright.

Theo clenched his teeth. “You don’t?—”

“I don’t what?” Silas cut him off. “Getto be mad?Getto feelthis.” He slammed a fist into the middle of his chest, thethudsounding hard and heavy.

My own pulse skipped in response. What was he saying…that he was hurting at the idea of his brothers taking me? My mind raced trying to understand what that meant. But I didn’t have time to explore that before Silas’s weight faltered.

His knee buckled.

He caught himself before hitting the floor, but just barely.

A sick, cold feeling slid down my spine.

He was hurt.

Really hurt.

Theo made a move to grab him, to hold his brother steady as a look of anguish tore across his face. But that only incensed the rage in Silas. The fear and the thing he wouldn’t say out loud.

His gaze flicked to me.

Dark, sharp. Wild.

And in them, I saw everything.

The things he wouldn’t say.

The things he couldn’t admit.

The way he wanted me.

And the way he hated that he did.

Silas shoved off Theo, stumbling slightly, but he didn’t let himself fall. His hands clenched into fists. His breath left him in short, violent exhales.

“Do you have any idea,” he rasped. “What they did to Sloane?”

Theo’s expression tightened before he shook his head.

Silas’s features twisted with pure rage. “They gutted him like a fucking animal!”

Theo winced.

Jude looked away.

But I was transfixed by the terror on Silas’s face and the harrowing realisation that this could’ve been him. I swallowed hard—it could’ve been any of them.