Alix inhaled a deep breath, growing so timid at my stare that he dropped his gaze.

Good. “She belongs to Magnus.” I pulled a blade from my pocket and placed the tip right against Alix’s heart, the point digging into the fabric of his shirt. “Touch her again, and I will not hesitate to slam this deep into your heart and make it stop.”

Alix didn’t even breathe.

Magnus yanked his shirt over his head and dropped it over Raven’s body when he reached her.

She pulled the shirt to her thighs before she clung to him, holding on like she was too afraid to let go. Silent tears still dripped down her cheeks. Her body convulsed in a way I’d never seen before, even when she was whipped.

Magnus displayed the kind of affection I gave Chérie—cupping her face and brushing away her tears. It was a quick moment, only lasted a few seconds, but it showed a side to my brother I’d never seen. He helped her to her feet.

My eyes shifted back to Alix to continue the showdown. “Magnus was punished for his crimes. He’s increased shipments to distributors, lost his own pay to make up for losses, rebuilt this camp, and has atoned for those sins. If you can’t let your need for revenge die, then perhaps you need to die.” I meant every fucking word—because no one crossed my brother. Fucking no one.

Alix kept a straight face, but it was obvious he was scared, judging by the way he didn’t have strength in his gaze anymore. There was no sinister smile, no confidence in his posture. His shoulders sagged, like he wanted to disappear.

I turned to look at my brother head on. Terror. Rage. Trauma. Eric and Nathan must have held him down in the cabin while Alix dragged her away. I turned back to Alix. “This has been going on a while, hasn’t it?”

I spoke to Alix, but I was actually speaking to my brother.

Silence.

I shifted my gaze back to Magnus.

His mouth was shut tight.

Alix looked at him, like he knew Magnus would throw him under the bus.

But he didn’t.

I looked at Alix again. “He’s not a snitch. Looks like it’s your lucky day, Alix.” My knife was sheathed. “I won’t pretend to understand my brother’s fascination with this unremarkable cunt, but as long as she is his, she’s off-limits. Do you understand?”

Alix nodded. “Yes, sir.”