OWNED BY THE MADDOX BROTHERS
Rougher, with boots dragging against the floor.
I pushed myself upright just as the air shifted. The triplets.
They weren’t supposed to be back tonight, right?
“Archer—!” Zane’s voice thundered through the room, ragged and strained, nothing like his usual teasing drawl. "Get the kit. Now!"
Archer was already on his feet, the easy calm in his body gone. “What the fuck happened?”
That’s when I saw him.
Ziven. Cold and unreadable Ziven stumbled through the doorway, his hand clamped over his side. Blood seeped between his fingers, thick and dark, soaking his shirt. He was pale, his jaw tight, but his eyes… his eyes were fire.