His eyes flashed down to see Jamie’s hand in mine, and then his lips twisted into a snarl. Ian squared his shoulders as he absorbed his brother’s reaction — his mouth curled into a mirror of Kyle’s — and he deliberately reached for my other hand. Kyle made a noise like he was about to be sick and turned his back on us. When we were in the blackness of the long tunnel south, I tried to free that hand. Ian gripped it tighter. “I wish you wouldn’t make him angrier,” I muttered.
