Kiel
The witch's voice was the kind of calm that grated on my nerves.
"We have no choice," she said, like she was announcing the weather instead of dictating my life. "Liam will make the most of this situation, and Josie isn't going to be able to do it alone. She needs help, so we cave."
I didn't like that word—cave. It sounded like weakness, like bending to someone else's will. My jaw tightened, and before I knew it, I was in the mind-link with my brothers.
This isn't right, I told them, my voice a low snarl in the shared channel.
Thorne's dry tone hit back almost instantly. You're the one who brought the witch here, so you deal with it. And for the record, there's no way in hell I'm getting roped into something like this again.
I ground my teeth, resisting the urge to actually growl aloud. I did what I did for Josie. That's the only reason. The point now is finding a female who can help her—
