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“Come on, man, she was a liability and you know it.”
“What the fuck did you do!”
Something crashed and there were five stomping steps that shook the ground as Corvus went after Rook.
Another crash, the sound of something raining down onto the plastic tarp.
“Stop!” Grey called, his voice sounding oddly broken, pitched all wrong. But he didn’t go to help Rook or to stop Corvus; he stayed with me, his hands less fluttering now, but insistent as they struggled through the sticky blood to find the hollow under my chin, searching for a pulse as he twined the fingers of his other hand through mine, squeezing tight.
This...this wasn’t funny anymore.
Rook coughed as a loudthudresounded in the kitchen. The cough turning into a laugh. The fucker knew this would happen. He was probably banking on it. I doubted he was even fighting back. Reveling in the pain like I once did.
Another thud, and I shuddered. This wasn’t what I wanted.
“She was one of us!” Corvus roared, and I heard Rook struggle for breath.
Enough.
Grey found my pulse.
“She’s still alive,” he called, but Corvus was beyond hearing him.
I squinted an eye open, wincing at the sight of his face, drained of color, frantic. “Gotcha?” I said, biting my lip to draw attention away from the feeling squirming around in my gut.
He fell back, blinking like he was seeing me for the first time. The reality of the situation slowly registering as Corvus threw Rook against a wall at the other end of the kitchen.
“Christ,” Grey said on a breath, scrambling to his feet, slipping on the blood. He caught himself on the kitchen island, getting his footing as he called to his brothers.
“Corv, stop!”
Corvus’ hands were around Rook’s throat. His back tight and biceps flexed to bursting.
Grey grabbed hold of him. “I said stop!”
But Corvus flung him off, blind to everything but his target.
Shit.
“It was a joke,” I blurted, standing. “Corvus.”
No response and Rook’s face was turning a scary shade of red, though it didn’t diminish the gleam in his eyes. Just like I thought, he wasn’t even fighting back, not really. He held Corvus’ arms, staring his brother square in the face. Daring him to finish what he started. His lip dribbled blood. A fresh shiner swelling on the edge of his left brow.
It hurt to watch.
I closed the gap, batting Grey’s hands away when he tried to stop me from advancing. “Corvus,” I hissed.
I put my hand on his arm near the wrist, gripping him. Forcing him toseeme.
He flinched, his burning stare finding me through his rage. His pinched face twitched, a knot breaking and reforming between his brows as his bright blue eyes flickered with recognition.
“Let him go.”
His hands loosened, and Rook choked for air, bending over to hack until he could breathe again.
“You could’ve killed him,” I said, the words venomous. Not how I intended them.
“Sparrow?”
