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Finally, Malakai. “Wright.”

Three men. Three families. And suddenly, something from earlier claws its way back into my head.

Two hundred and thirty-five years. Immortal corn farmers.

I laughed. I thought they were fucking with me.

The laugh dies in my throat. “No.”

None of them move.

I look at Malakai. “No.”

His eyes hold mine, steady and unflinching.

“You said you knew the McBrides.”

“Yes.”

My pulse starts climbing. “Two hundred years ago.”

“Yes.”

“Stop.”

“Sage.”

“STOP!” My voice cracks through the barn.

Mariah immediately takes my hand, threading her fingers through mine, while Ali moves closer on my other side.

I look at Ezra.

He won’t meet my eyes.

That scares me.

So I turn to Rhett instead.

He does. There’s no grin waiting for me this time. No smart-ass comment or flicker of amusement to make any of this easier to swallow.

Just the truth.

My heart pounds harder. “You weren’t joking.”

Rhett slowly shakes his head once.

My stomach drops.

“What the fuck are you?”

“Bound.” Malakai answers quietly.

I turn toward him. “Bound to what?”

His gaze lowers to the floor, the land–the fucking farm. “The Harvest.”

Another impact slams into the barn, hard enough to shake dust loose from the rafters. Screams erupt around us as people duck and crowd farther from the walls.