Logan stood frozen, his eyes wide in disbelief as the figure before him stepped into the flickering light of the burning courtyard. For a moment, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. The smoke stung his eyes, his chest heaved from both exhaustion and anger, but even through the haze—he knew that face.

“Kia?” he breathed, barely above a whisper. The word tasted bitter in his mouth.

His elder brother grinned, slow and cruel, circling him like a predator that had waited too long ...