Knox is pacing. He grabs my upper arm and drags me toward his car, so fast I stumble. “What the fuck?” I shove at him. “What are you doing?” “You got Miles into this mess,” he seethes. “If anything happens to my baby brother—” “Knox.” I dig my heels in. “Where are we going?” “Get in the car, Reed.” He gets up in my face, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck. Holding me nose to nose with him. “My brother would sacrifice everything to save you. We’re going to do the exact same fucking thing.”
