Locke leaned into me, his arm pressing against mine in a show of comfort. “When Brix gets like this, the only thing that helps is making sure the threat has been neutralized. He needs to make sure the person he cares about is safe.” My heart broke for him. The only outlet Brix seemed to have was pain. It was how he made his way through the world. All he understood. “It’s his way of telling you he’s sorry,” Puck said softly. “Nothing like heads in a bonfire,” I muttered. Puck’s lips twitched. “Just be glad he didn’t dump them on your bed or something.”
