Not.
Even.
Close.
Wyler was too.
Their shared sperm donor wasn’t exactly thrilled to know his eldest son had returned to the reservation.
Why?
If there was anyone who had Ethan’s ire more than Callen, it was the man who left Catherine alone to die.
Because of that, the man was shaking in his boots.
That said it all. No one wanted to tangle with an angsty Ethan Blackhawk.
No.
One.
The only person not having a breakdown over Ethan’s return was the old man. Timothy Blackhawk was in his glory that his prodigal son had returned to the scene of so many crimes.
Likely because he was meddling as usual.
But Callen…
He was scared.
Why?
Well, maybe because when he expected Ethan to return next, he fully expected a punch to the face, and then bedlam. Only, that wasn’t what had happened.
Not.
Even.
Close.
Instead, his brother showed up at his home, and he’d looked like he was going through the war.
His eyes were red, he looked exhausted, and his whole spirit looked…broken.
This was bad.
Callen had opened the door to him, and Ethan promptly walked in, went to the couch, and laid down without saying a single, solitary word. In fact, he pulled the blanket over him that Callen kept on the back of the couch.
And he slept.
Oh, but Callen suspected that it wasn’t going to be the good kind of sleep.
Not.
At.
All.
It was reminiscent of the kind of sleep that you had when you were hiding from something big.
