Swiftcurrent Creek [m] Hands 'round my neck, heavenly unfold

Everett?

Dusty Rose had his suspicions about Tybault, but he'd assumed the problem was isolated to that brother and not something weird about the family itself. He wondered now, though, feeling just a little bit of misgiving about his involvement with the woman in his arms. But whatever her brothers might think appropriate, it was clear Reverie hadn't welcomed it. He felt guilty for entertaining any sort of blame.

"Are you hurt?" he asked, his voice low. Normally he might've trusted himself to smell blood, but right then, he could only smell — her.

Heat had never really affected him this way before.