Brother.
A reminder.
A promise.
A line.
“Do not make me regret that,” Edge said.
“I won’t.”
This time, I meant every word.
Upstairs, Destiny cried out softly.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
Barely more than a broken breath.
But Edge heard it.
Regan heard it and moved up fast as lightning.
Hell, I heard it like it had been spoken against my skin.
Edge turned and took the stairs two at a time.
I stayed where I was.
For exactly three seconds.
Then Regan’s voice came from above, raw and scared.
“Dylan.”
No one moved.
No one breathed.
Nate muttered, “Well, shit.”
I looked at Callum.
He gave the smallest nod.
Then I looked at Edge, standing halfway up the stairs, one hand gripping the rail, every protective instinct in him screaming not to let me near his daughter.
He closed his eyes once.
Opened them.
And moved aside.
CHAPTER 3
DESTINY
