Maison’s throat bobs and he stares at his brother. “Take it down a notch, Micah. Do your breathing exercises and go for a walk.” Maison’s challenging him, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him do that—except for when he intercepted Micah’s bullying of me on the airplane. Challenging him or… calming him. Micah’s fingers are clenched the same way they were when he cornered me. Blind rage.
