I followed Kian down a narrow path right behind the basketball court. His hand held mine throughout, and for some weird, stupid reason, all I could think about was the warmth of Eros's hand against mine.

The coldness of the ring he always wore on his right thumb, the dark, slim tattoo around his wrist.

I closed my eyes tight.

Knox did nothing and now... now he will be in danger because of me. But maybe I am just like Eros. I am just like whoever killed my brother because despite ...