“Who are you?” Spencer snarled, pulling me close, with Wes at my side.
“What are you doing here, Abel?” The air whooshed out of me. What the actual fuck?
Abel was the middle of my three brothers I’d been raised with and four years younger than me. I hadn’t seen him since the day he and Solomon had come to my university, stolen my truck, and trashed all my things, after I’d defied Rosalind and left for my new PhD program.
Puzzlement flashed in his blue-grey eyes. My eyes. Rosalind’s eyes.
“You shouldn’t be here. If they catch you, it won’t be a good thing.” I had no idea if Abel inherited Rosalind’s designation.While I didn’t really like him, I didn’t want the Office of Designation Management to get a hold of him either.
“Catch me? What are you talking about? We’ve been looking for you. You’re hard to find.” His voice was so sincere that one could almost believe him.
If not for two minor details. We’d grown up on another world, and he smelled of neutrons.
I could feel all the confusion through the bonds with my guys.
“You were just as awful to her as Solomon. There’s a reason why she went no contact with you. Now get the fuck out of here,” Wes snapped, taking a step forward, look menacing.
Wes knew all about my brothers. Abel idolized our brother Solomon and did everything he told him to, including terrorizing me.
“She’s our sister. You need to come with me.” Abel grabbed my wrist.
Spencer punched him in the face. “Don’t touch my mate. She told you to leave. The authorities have been called.”
People were watching, and a few were on their phones.
“Hey, that’s assault.” Abel put his hand to his face.
Hmmm… here that depended on a lot of things. In this case, probably not.
“I’m not your sister,” I retorted. “Rosalind is my aunt, not my mother, and Dad, sadly, is not my bio-dad. How did you even get here?”
Horror struck me. Was he the one who’d confronted the professor?
“What? Of course you’re our sister.” Confusion crossed Abel’s face.
“This is taking too fucking long.” Solomon strode over. He was a large, broad guy who favored his dad, with his dark hair and eyes.
“Solomon, leave,” I growled. Fuck. Of course, Solomon would be here, too. Holding up the professor seemed more his style. Shit.
The valet pulled up in Jett’s car.
“Get out of the car,” Solomon yelled at the valet. “Grace, get in.”
“No. Why do you even want me?”Twoof my brothers were here? What?
Sirens echoed in the distance.
“I don’t. Get in the car, Grace.” Solomon laughed and brought out a strange gun.
“Stop, police.” Jett charged, gun out.
Before I could blink, my brother fired at Jett, Brennan, Wes, and Spencer in rapid succession. All four of them slumped to the ground. Evan literally held Riley back.
“No, let me at them,” Riley yelled.
“Solomon, no.” I charged at my brother, anger flaring inside of me. How dare he?
He shot at me with his weird gun.
