I feel the auras of my brothers in front of me, strong and jumpy. They argue. About me. Of course. “Just let me try her one more time,” Gabe says. “We need to find her.” Tarren’s voice is that clean, cool timbre that means he’s in hunter mode. “And we need to be prepared—” “Don’t even go there.” Writhing reds shoot through Gabe’s aura. He puts his phone up to his ear. “She was upset. She went for a walk or something.” My phone vibrates, but I leave it. I know where this conversation is going, but I need to hear it anyway. “You didn’t see the way she was.” Tarren’s voice keeps its steady keel even as his aura flickers. “How close to the edge…” “Fuck!” Gabe shoves his phone into his pocket. He squares off against his brother. “I know her, Tarren. I know her, and she would never ever turn. You don’t believe me. Hell, she doesn’t even believe it, but I’m right about this, about her. And don’t you ever ask me to hurt her. That’s not going to happen.
