“I’ll head out to keep an eye on you and Poe tonight. Call me, Wolf. I’ll come whenever you need. I mean it, you will call me from here out.” I nod and feel freaking emotional as hell at him leaving. He watches me closely and then holds out his arms. Holy shit, he wants a hug? “Poe taught me sisters need hugs,” he grumbles, and I step into his arms. “Maybe normal sisters do, but I’m fucking broken,” I say, but I enjoy the hug anyway. How different would my life have been if he’d have found me a little sooner? Before Matteo became the Jackal, before the war in Mounts Bay started?
