My every muscle strained with the effort of keeping still.

His voice dropped to a growl. "To know." He raked a hand through his hair. "About the Brotherhood."

Hollow disappointment kicked through my chest. "Like I said, there's nothing to talk about."

Only once he'd left did I spin away from the blender, open the cupboard over the fridge, and reach up for the bottle of vodka stashed there. I poured a generous slug of booze into my drink, raised it in cheers to the ...