POV: Burn
The steady murmur of voices echoed through the clubhouse, but my focus was locked on Sophie as she sat beside her brother. She hadn’t let go of Josh’s hand since we’d brought him inside, and her eyes were hollow with exhaustion, but she was still holding on. She didn’t realize yet that the real fight was only beginning.
Josh looked like he’d been through hell, and I had no doubt the Black Crows would come for him—and her—soon enough.
I straightened, rubbing the tension from the back of my neck. We were in deep now. The Crows wouldn’t take this hit and let it slide, but I wasn’t about to sit around waiting for them to make their next move.
“How is he?” I asked quietly, stepping closer. The question felt pointless, but I needed to get her talking, bring her mind back from whate
