Kieran and the Murphy brothers had come running when Varik called. They arrived at the Trinity Pack with a million questions—all aimed at Nicholas. It wouldn’t be so bad if he had answers for them. His knowledge of magic was limited, and that of the darker side of the art almost nonexistent. Phillip had to be stopped before he unleashed something he couldn’t control. Nicholas just wished he wasn’t the one who had to do it. Killing his brother once had been hard enough, not only physically but emotionally. Phillip was strong, and the magic in him powerful. He wouldn’t be an easy opponent to defeat. After their last battle, Phillip knew all of Nicholas’s weaknesses and would no doubt use those faults against him. The shower door slid open then closed, and a warm, solid body molded around his back. “I’m sorry,” Jonas whispered around the back of his neck. “I know it’s hard. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through, but we can’t do this without you.”
