Larson’s disappointment curdled into disgust when he arrived at Jeremy’s house and found him chatting casually with another boy with a bottle of tequila as their companion. That disgust deepened when the two suddenly kissed—hungry, desperate, as if it were their last night on earth.

His jaw tightened. Rage seethed in his chest. Here I am hunting my cursed sister, and these two have the audacity to enjoy themselves?

Where was Lucy? He hadn’t expected her to be separated from the boy. For a moment he considered his options, then a slow, sinister smile spread across his lips as he knew exactly what to do. And most especially grateful for...