Not again.

Kain lay on the cold floor, furious and exhausted at being captured—again. He wasn’t chained in a dungeon; he was simply on his back, limbs loose, eyes blank as if replaying the same nightmare. Shock hummed under his skin.

George sat beside him, equally hollowed, clutching at air. Behind them Falcon and Georgia stood with their backs turned, whispering so hot it sounded like arguing.

“Your brother is an enemy. He must be punished,” Falcon said, voice low and hard.

“Lay a hand on my brother and I won’t marry you,” Georgia shot back, her face a mask that barely contained the storm. “I’ll tell everyone I’m a...