“Plus they’re just weird,” Maddox admits with a casual shrug of his shoulders. He places a possessive arm around Sera’s shoulders, tugging her until she’s tight against his side. I know he’s her brother, but a rumble detonates in my chest at the display. “I’d call them hippies if it weren’t for their penchant for violence. Caleb, our older brother, says we’re the tie-dyed version of the Addams family.”
