Sydney
I knew what had happened the minute I saw Noah’s brother in the living room. At least, I assumed it was his brother. They certainly shared the same rugged, mysterious look; black hair and light eyes that drew you in and made you forget to breathe.
Noah had tried to keep me from seeing it, probably worried that I’d call the cops or an ambulance. But I did none of that. As soon as they were gone, I excused myself, dipping under the butler’s arms and racing for the front door. I knew I should have stayed to figure out what had happened, but I didn’t care. I needed to get out of there.
Besides, as I’d said, I already knew what happened.
I could smell the scent of silver beneath the smell of blood. I’d grown up around the stuff for far too long not to recognize it. And the only pe
