*Kael*

I jumped out of the car before it came to a stop, skidding across the sand and throwing myself onto my knees, putting two fingers to my brother’s neck. There—a pulse. Alive.

I shook Rian’s shoulders—and my horror spiked. He looked worse than I ever did: cuts, bloomed bruises, swollen lip. He’d been tortured. I knew exactly by who.

Connor Herrick had tortured my brother.

I’d kill him.

“Rian, wake up. Wake up, for ...