“Are we going to have a problem, Scythe?” he asks plainly. The fuck? He should be asking me. I snarl, “I’m going to ruin your life, lion.” “Let the men speak, Savage,” he replies smoothly. I know he was waiting for my attitude and there’s a dark undertone that I don’t like. “This guy,” I say silently to my brothers. Lyle’s mouth tightens as if he knows I’m talking telepathically.
