Jax
Mason brought the photograph to me before he took it to Ryder, which told me something about how much this whole situation had shifted since Zoe first showed up at that burned-out garage. A few weeks ago I wouldn't have trusted her word on what she'd had for breakfast. Now Mason was seeking me out first, treating her discovery like it mattered, like she mattered, and the strangest part was I didn't fight him on it.
I studied the photograph for a long time, the three young men grinning in front of a garage none of us recognized, the handwriting on the back settling uneasy in my gut.
*Three brothers. One secret. Never speak of it.*
"You recognize him?" Mason asked, meaning the third man.
"No." I turned the photo over again, studying the unfamiliar face, cataloging details out of hab
