The Blackwell Claim
Gideon started pacing the length of the office like a caged predator, his hands fisted at his sides, a low, constant growl vibrating in his throat.
The grip on Timothy’s neck tightened. Kan threaded his fingers into Timothy’s hair, yanking his head back until Timothy was forced to meet a pair of furious, dark green eyes. "You should've told us where you were going. We’re supposed to be your shield, fucker." He let go, shoving his fingers through his messy hair. "Do you have any idea how it felt to find that bed empty?"
"Newsflash, Kan. I want the rebels to find me. It's the only way to pull the snakes out of the grass."