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would’ve used her anyway. We can’t let them disrespect one of our own.”
    “Fuck Tru,” Roan spat and Caspar had him pressed to a wall, a hand around his thick neck. It would be so goddamned easy to squeeze the life out of him, probably the best thing Caspar could ever do, but Lance called him off.
    Caspar waited with his hand on Roan’s throat long enough that everyone knew he’d called himself off Roan and it had nothing to do with Lance’s order.
    Roan coughed and pointed at Caspar. “We don’t know what secrets she shared with Paddy and his crew. She’s a fucking traitor.”
    “Roan’s right,” Lance said. “I expected you’d do the right thing tonight, Caspar.”
    “What would the right thing have been?” Caspar asked, his voice tight. “Let Paddy rape her in front of us?”
    Lance didn’t answer and Caspar wondered what the hell the man was thinking. Why he’d been so quick to kill off his best friend’s daughter in the first place. “Killing her for Paddy or givin’ her up to him would’ve been giving in and Defiance never gives in. You wanted us to look weak. I’ll never agree to that. Not for your goddamned son and definitely not for you.”
    He walked away from all of them, slamming back through the door into the cold still of the night, sure he’d get a bullet to the back. Or at the least, jumped. But nothing happened. No one followed—not immediately, but he was sure Silas would be on his six soon—and he considered just walking, out of the compound and out of Defiance. Starting over.
    And that’s when he realized with a sickening clarity that starting over meant shit. There was nothing out there. Not a goddamned thing but more violence and destruction.
    Is that the only reason you’re staying?
    He’d have to find a way to answer that question, because he’d gotten to a point in his life where being boxed in was no longer an option. Stay or go, but it had to be his decision. Which is exactly what he’d told Tru.
    “Hey,” Silas called out before clamping a hand on his shoulder. Still, Casper whirred around, fists up. “You’re going to hit me?”
    He clamped down hard on his temper, because that’s exactly what he wanted to do. Unwittingly, Silas had become someone he cared about more than he’d wanted to, and a part of Caspar hated him for that. Mainly because he knew that, in the end, Silas would pick his true family every time. “Just give me space.”
    “You fuckin’ picked her. Started a war.”
    “Defiance picked her, Silas.”
    “Lance wants you to go find her and bring her back under control. Think you can handle that?”
    “Think all of you can fuckin’ handle not telling me what to do with my goddamned property?” Caspar told Silas, his voice a growl.
    “What the fuck you thinkin’ with, Cas? You want in her pants that badly?” When Caspar didn’t answer, he continued. “Fuck, come on—there are rules.”
    He tackled the man who everyone thought was his closest friend here—his brother—stunned him by slamming him to the ground before he growled, “Fuck the rules, Si. Fuck. The. Rules. Take a goddamned look around you. Do you see the type of world where archaic fucking rules should make a difference about whether the woman you were going to marry lives or gets raped and killed in front of you? Do you?”
    Si blinked, like he was trying to get his equilibrium back. “Fuck her. She left. She made her decision.”
    Of course Silas would stick with the party line.
    “She came back. She was scared,” Caspar countered.
    “You have a hard-on for her? Good for you. Hope she fucks this bullshit right out of you and pulls you back to your senses.”
    Caspar rolled off Silas, pushed up from the ground. Silas did so too, quickly, stood in sparring position waiting for a second attack that wouldn’t come.
    No wake-up call was strong enough to get Silas’s head out of Lance’s ass.
    “Roan wants to fight you. It’s set up for tomorrow night. Lance