Sloane

“Hey, are you okay?” Slade asks as we walk to the car where Uncle Roman is waiting for us.

“Yeah.”

I’m better knowing that Benedict put protection around Slade. Honestly, I don’t care about me, I just need to know that my brother is safe.

“He didn’t upset you, did he?” Slade growls. My brother is as protective of me as I am of him.

“No. He was surprisingly nice,” I say.

I look up to see Uncle Roman’s lips pressed together tightly. I brace myself for whatever ...