“Put it down, Caleb.”

Jaxon’s voice was ice, every syllable deliberate, a warning wrapped in lethal calm.

But Caleb didn’t even glance at him. His gaze was locked on Raven, and it wasn’t the gaze of a brother happy to be reunited. It was the kind you’d give a stranger who’d just walked into the middle of your chess game uninvited and expendable.

“You’ve grown,” Caleb said softly, tilting his head, studying her like he was trying to figure out if she was real. “But you ...