(LIAM'S POV)
My stomach dropped. "Greenwell?"
Roland stepped closer, his voice low and steady. "Your hometown. Whatever's blocking your memories, your true nature — it started there. We break the spells at the source. No more guessing. No more half-truths."
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the chill crawling up my spine. "Fine. I'll go home. I was planning to go back anyway."
Dylan's dark eyes locked onto mine, intense and unflinching. "We. We're going together, Liam. All of us."
The way he said it — calm, final, possessive — sent a jolt of fear through me. I didn't want them going back to Greenwell with me. I didn't want them seeing my messed up family. But I could tell by the looks on their faces, there was no escaping this. No hiding these two dangerous, beautiful men from my past… especially not from my father.
