“No need to be. Abel took care of everything.” I was the worried one. For as secure as we’ve tried to make this warehouse, it’s an imperfect safety. Anything could have happened to the people we left here. Just like anything could have happened to my brothers in the moment we stepped onto the sand of the arena. If the Herald hadn’t agreed to let Abel fight, they could have descended on us and finished what they started eight years ago.

“Yeah, Abel’s good at that.” Her smile goes a little strained and her gaze flicks to Monroe again. “I, uh, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah. Sure.” I don’t look at Monroe, but I feel her watching us. She’s gone still, a predator scenting weakness. I clear my throat, hating how awkward things have suddenly gotten between us. “Tomorrow.”

Shiloh searches my face, gives me one last faint smile, and then she’s gone, weaving her way through the trucks and disappearing from sight. I turn toward the door, but Monroe is there, pressing herself to my chest and staring up into my eyes with a devious smile on her red, red lips. “Broderick Paine, you’ve been holding out on me. Who was that delicate little creature? She looks tasty.”

Alarm blares, and it’s everything I can do to keep it out of my tone. “She’s no one.” Better that Monroe believe that than literally anything else. Especially the actual truth.

Her smile widens, and her green eyes light up. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does in this moment. She’s never looked more dangerous, either. “We both know that’s not the truth. It looks to me like she’s everyone to you.” She presses her nails to my chest, a cat toying with its prey. “This is going to be even more fun than I expected.”

Gods alone know what Monroe considers fun.

I’m suddenly sure that I’m going to find out…and that Shiloh is going to bear the cost.

Chapter 2

Monroe

I’m so furious, I can barely think straight. The feast was going well enough, if a little boring, until the Paine brothers showed up and sent everyone into a tailspin. The sheer fucking audacity of their picks for Brides might make me admire them if I wasn’t among the number.

Not just me.

I turn away from Broderick and survey the warehouse the Paines brought us to. A giant room with doors lining the walls on either side of the massive one we drove through to get here. People have scattered like rats fleeing a sinking ship since we climbed out of the trucks, and I can’t find my sister or uncle among them. Winry. Damn it, I should have been thinking of her this whole time instead of needling Broderick Paine.