He sighs. "You can't live under the same roof with a woman like that and expect anything else."
A woman like me. What does that mean? I don't even know what kind of woman I am, so how can he know?
"This stops right now," Warrick growls when no one answers him. "We're brothers. We walk to the depths of hell to protect each other. Nothing and no one comes between us. Have I made myself clear?"
Silence so fragile it could shatter shrouds the front room.
Once again, it's come down to this—it's my presence that stirs conflict. I know what I have to do. Tears track down my cheeks as I pad to the back door on silent, bare feet. I can hear Ethan accusing Callan of "doing it first" again as I ease open the screen door and slip outside. I don't let the screen door thwack shut. I guide it closed, so it doesn't make a sound.