Xanden POV
The warmth of the morning kitchen against my skin reminded me it was just another day. Yet, I stared at my cup of coffee for what felt like an eternity, unable to shake my thoughts. What would my brother do in this situation?
Kyle, my brother, was missing a sense of control. His obsession with the poor girl had spiraled into something dangerous, his hunger for her death palpable. Stephan, on the other hand, had his own unsettling schemes.
"That redhead," Kyle growled through gritted teeth, his claws digging into the wooden table. "If I get my hands on her…"
I let out a heavy sigh, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Not yet, Kyle. We have to be patient," I reminded him, my tone firm but measured.
From across the room, Stephan chimed in, his voice calm yet unnerving. "Patience for what? She's at school—a vulnerable place and an easy grab."
