“If your sister so much as breathes on my inventus, yours is as good as dead, Zion.” Wait, WHAT?! I tried to catch Wolfy’s eye, but his focus was on the only supe in the room he considered a threat. Just as I tried to process that my own brother would kill me for petty revenge, I felt Zion’s fingers move to wrap around my throat. Claws extended. “Maybe I’ll just preemptively kill him myself, Wolfgang,” the man I loved sneered at my murderous brother—handling me like I was nothing. “Then you wouldn’t have any leverage at all.” WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING?!
