Tangled Like Us (Like Us, #4)

by Krista Ritchie

She begins to smile more brightly. “It seems we are dreadfully tangled, you and I.” Couldn’t agree more.

“Ensemble,” I tell him. Together. All four of my brothers repeat the word. And then Eliot grins, mischievous twinkle in his eye, and he says something I’ve heard him recite a thousand-and-one times. But tonight, it’s never felt truer. “‘Let me play the lion too…I will roar.’”