I stayed three nights before the real world found the door.
Grant showed up at my brother’s building first. When I wasn’t there, he started calling people who still thought we were a unit. By Thursday afternoon my brother, Daniel, was in the penthouse lobby, jaw locked, asking the front desk for the Voss residence like he already knew.
Elias let him up.
Daniel took one look at me in Elias’s shirt and Cade’s mark fading on my throat and went still in a way that was worse than yelling.
“Tell me this is a joke.”
“It isn’t,” I said.
His eyes cut to Elias. “She’s my sister.”
“She’s twenty-four,” Elias answered, calm as stone. “She walked into a bar after her husband offered her an open marriage from the bed he was already sharing. We didn’t steal her out of a crib, Daniel.”
Rhys stayed
