Cole looked at Mira—really looked at her—and for the first time in a long time, guilt stabbed somewhere in his chest he’d believed had turned to steel years ago.
He’d lost a brother once.
A war-shadow still sat on his shoulders every night.
He wasn’t going to lose another kid.
Not if he could do something about it.
“If anything happens to my brother,” Mira said, her voice shaking—not with fear, but with grief trying to tear its way out of her, “you answer to me.”
People should’ve laughed.
A blind girl threatening a biker king?
But no one laughed.
Because everyone could hear the truly terrifying thing in her words: the desperation of someone about to lose the last person she has.
