Simon's POV~
My brows furrowed. His words cut sharper than I expected. Even here, even freezing and dripping, he was still concerned about them… not me.
I exhaled slowly, though irritation curled in my gut. "Are you going to stand there in those wet clothes and argue with me, or are you going to listen for once? Take a warm bath, change into dry clothes, and let me give you medication before this cold gets worse," I said, my voice sharp, laced with restrained fury.
Yes, I knew where his concern truly lay. With them. Always with them. The thought gnawed at me, but I buried it under a mask of composure.
He doesn't understand yet.
I do know Alfie and Silas are on their way here, but I've already maneuvered Knox, Rhys, and Cassian to come as well. Soon, all of them will be gathered exactly where I want them.
I straightened, narrowing my gaze at Zane, and finally spoke again, this time with deliberate weight in my voice...
"Josh doesn't have a sister."
