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Could…sure, butwouldhe?I lowered my gaze to the white bandage around his thigh, that was already specked with blood. “T, you need to see a doctor.”
“Save it.”He shoved past me to the bedroom at the end of the hall, the one we were supposed to share, and closed the door behind him.
The clang of steel on steel rang out. My brother was searching for weapons and getting ready for war. I wanted to say something, to make this right. But I couldn’t. Not now when he was seething.
I turned around, ready to make my way back to the kitchen, and found myself gravitating to that room instead. The one which smelled like her…
The place was a mess. A fucking desk lamp was smashed on the floor. I took a step closer, finding the indent in the wall where it had hit.No, where she'd thrown it.I shifted my focus to the ruined bed. The bedding was everywhere, and there was a damp stain on the sheet. I didn’t need a fucking blow by blow to know that was our sister's.
So that was how Caleb had fixed it.With angry sex…
Of course he did.
I massaged the knotted muscles at the back of my neck and moved closer, running my hand along the crumpled fabric before I sat. Christ, this was a mess…one I didn’t know how to get out of.
The bedroom door at the far end of the hall opened and the thudding sound of boots rang out. I rose and made my way to the doorway, finding T already locked and fucking loaded, with the duffle bag full of guns in his grasp.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
He didn’t answer, just kept walking.
“T.”
He stopped in the hallway and didn’t move. Was he just going to leave? “I’m going to find Elle.”
“Where?”
He turned, meeting my stare. “The only place there is.”
Then it hit me. Home. That’s where he was going…he was going home.
I swallowed and nodded, not daring to argue. “I’m coming with you.”
He gave a slow nod of his head. I guess that was as good as I was going to get. I headed for the kitchen, grabbed the gun I had left on the counter, and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans before snatching the keys off the counter. I didn’t even dare ask where he'd gotten the car from…I sure as hell didn’t want to know.
One sharp whistle, and Rebel limped our way. She looked at me with so much fucking love, pressing her little body against my leg before I reached down and ruffled her black ears. “Let’s go, girl.”
T limped hard as he strode through the door, and I followed, wincing at the sun. A gray Toyota sat parked in the driveway with the windows down. There was a smear of blood on the outside of the driver’s door, fresh too, by the looks of it.
“Don’t ask.”
I held up my hand. “Wasn’t saying a word.”
He kept walking, heading to the trunk. I yanked open the driver's door and pulled the lever until the latch released. Athud,then he was climbing into the passenger seat. I took that as a sign, at least he wasn’t going to kill me…yet.
Rebel jumped up into the seat and awkwardly leaped into the back. She was a damn smart dog and a damn fighter. She'd had to be. I climbed in, started the engine, and reversed.
“Maybe we don’t take Center and Grange,” Tobias muttered, closing his eyes and resting his head back. “I’m sure they’ll be looking for me.”
“I’m sure they will,” I agreed, knowing instantly who ‘they’were.
The assholes he'd stolen the car from. Who were probably out for blood.
I stayed away from those streets, instead headed west and made our way to the more affluent suburbs with lush green gardens and their fake fucking smiles. Forty minutes was all it took to replace one shitshow with another. I pulled into the driveway and parked where I always parked, like our entire fucking world hadn’t been ripped apart.
I climbed out, leaving T behind me, and made my way to the keypad beside the front door. The place echoed when I stepped in. It was cold now, and hollow. There was no breath of fresh air that our little sister had brought with her when she invaded our home. No excitement at the prospect of teasing and tasting her, either.
My pulse sped as T followed me inside and closed the door.
