A terrified gasp escapes my lips, my heart bouncing painfully as I see a tall shadow holding a knife right in front of me.
Wolf!
After the night we had, that's the first thing my brain goes to. I'm about to scream, taking in a huge gulp of air when I recognize the pitch-black hair, the lean body.
Mainly? The crown tattooed on his neck. The exact same one as me.
"Oh my fucking god, Caden," I snarl. "What the fuck are you doing here?"
My younger brother switches on the light, his cool gaze reminding me of Nathan's. His is the same color as my green eyes, but they share something common in theirs: emptiness.
"I'm coming to take you home, what else?" he asks blankly. The similarities with Nate are starting to pile up, and I'm not sure I like it.
I blink up at him, a million things running through my mind, but only one comes out.
"Elliot is a little fucking snitch," I huff.
"Elliot did the right thing. I'm rescuing you from a kidnapping, Kay," he explains slowly.
