Page 16 of Rule the Night (Blackwell Butchers #1)

REMY

“She’s interesting,” I said when we got to the Hummer. It was almost brand-new, a special edition with a matte steel gray paint job that belied the black leather interior trimmed with the smallest amounts of crimson.

Too understated for me, but perfect for Bram.

I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t reply. He felt it too — the pull of the dark-haired girl, whose name turned out to be Maeve — and feelings were something Bram didn’t talk about.

Or have, most of the time.

He got in and shut the door, then started the Hummer. It was an EV, quiet, a stark contrast to my orange McLaren Spider, which roared like a beast.

Bram liked things quiet.

Until he didn’t.

He reached into the console and pulled out a Snickers bar. Bram had a wicked sugar addiction, and Snickers was his drug of choice.

He didn’t bother offering me one even though I knew he had a stash of them in the Hummer, and I opened the glove box and took out one of the protein bars I kept there for emergencies.

“That shit’s going to kill you one day,” I said.

“At least I’ll die happy.”

I flashed him a grin. “Will you though?”

He scowled and pulled away from the curb. He’d removed the sky panels on the Hummer back in May, and warm air blew through the cabin.

“I can’t believe the Hawks tried to grab her,” I said.

“They’re lucky you and Poe got there first.” Bram’s eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses, but I knew he was still pissed from the clench of his jaw and the way he gripped the steering wheel. “Fucking assholes.”

“Her name is Maeve.” I liked the feel of it in my mouth.

“She’s not one of us.” His voice was tight.

I nodded slowly. “I got the same feeling.”

“Don’t forget it.”

“You talking to me or yourself?”

He flipped me off without turning his head, all the proof I needed that he was as intrigued by the new girl as I was.

Interesting.