Chapter 89

“Everybody stay back,” Caleb says, holding the blade just below the end of his cast, pressing it to the exposed skin of his wrist. The metal catches the light in a way that makes my stomach twist. “This could’ve ended better, but you don’t stop until someone’s dead or in the hospital, Killian. So here we are.”

Killian doesn’t move. His hands are in his pockets, and his eyes are on his brother like