Lucy’s POV

“Nothing?” Jamie said curtly. “I’d hate for you to meet your death.”

“Is that concern I smell rolling off your scent?” I arched my brow.

Jamie rolled his eyes away from me. “I have no reason to care about you.”

“Whatever helps you sleep better at night.” For the first time, I reached out and ruffled his hair. “Little brother.”

Jamie froze, then swatted his hand toward my head. His ears burned red as his throat bobbed.

When I tried again, he knocked my hand ...