Brawler grabs my shoulders and makes me look into his swirling blue gaze. “They took him, Kyla.” He swallows. “I don’t know who it was. I tried to fight them, but they knocked me out.” He peeks up at the growing bump on his forehead that he definitely didn’t get from the fights. “He’s gone.”
I stumble back, and if it weren’t for Magnum steadying us both, Brawler and I would’ve gone down in a tangle of limbs and broken hearts.
I curl my fingers into Brawler’s skin, close my eyes, and make a promise just as powerful as the one I made my parents when I said I’d get revenge for their deaths. I will find Johnny Marx…alive, even if it’s the last thing I do.