From Incursion: Unbound Book 1
Ignoring the bay, the steam exhaust from Alia, and the armed guards milling about, Merika stared up at her brother, every muscle in her body tense as pure rock. He’d aged, badly. Lines scored a hard face, lines almost as deep as the scar he still bore.
Under thunderous brows, those eyes stormed. It was never a good sign when those eyes turned stormy.
It had been more than ten years. Years apparently not kind to him. Not that Tynan Demarion had ever sought out kindness. He was still huge, he was still intimidating, even just standing still, much less moving or talking. Or threatening.
“How far do I have to run to get away from you?” she asked, aware of more bitterness in her tone than she intended, anger smothering fear.
Beside her, Thorn stiffened. What did she think of all this? Merika wished she’d found a way to explain more. To tell her the whole, sordid, miserable story.
She wished she’d fought coming back here harder.
She wished she were at home on Oasis, with Drien and Fazl, and a good game of kemet.
Too late now.