My Maddie (Hades Hangmen #8) - Tillie Cole Page 0,90

that imprisoned him and given him a home. AK had committed the gravest of actions, simply to give his friend temporary reprieve from the pain he held in his heart. AK had been Flame’s protector. I knew it must have been agony to be a witness to his friend’s obvious inner pain. “It’s good to see you, brother,” AK rasped. I studied Flame for any sign that he had heard AK. There was no response, not even a squeeze of my hand. AK’s happiness at seeing Flame faded, like a drop of water quickly slipping off a leaf in a storm.

“Is everything ready?” I asked AK, trying to defuse an awkward moment. AK tore his concerned gaze from Flame. I gave him a reassuring smile, nodding in confirmation this would work. It had to, because I did not know what else to do to help my husband beyond this.

“Everything’s ready.” AK’s eyes drifted above my head, in the direction of Viking’s cabin. I turned to view what had caught his attention. My heart immediately swelled. Asher. Asher was standing in the doorway. Then my stomach fell as I witnessed the black rings that circled his eyes and the wounds on his neck and hands. But Asher was not looking at me or AK. His focus was directed to one person and one person only—his brother. The brother he loved more than any other soul on earth.

“Asher,” I called, trying to keep from crying at the shattered look on his face. In that moment, I felt a true failure. I did not know how to care for either of them. I did not know how to fix the Cade brothers. They were both lost, both so filled with pain and fear which would not ease. At the mention of Asher’s name, Flame snapped his head up and focused straight on his little brother. It felt like a punch to my chest when Asher met Flame’s stare. Asher swallowed, and his dark eyes began to shine.

“Flame,” Asher rasped, voice broken and coarse. Flame’s hand tightened around mine. I heard Flame’s quick inhale of breath at Asher calling his name. I wanted so desperately to know what Flame was thinking in the here and now. The last time he had been with Asher, they had been tied to trees, hurt, bleeding… and Flame had imagined Asher as Isaiah. He had replaced Asher with the memory of his late brother. I saw how that had crushed Asher, making him feel unwanted, and unworthy when compared to Isaiah.

Asher’s obvious worry for Flame was heartbreaking. Asher appeared tough these days. He was as tall as Flame and almost as wide—muscular and intimidating. His dark features made him seem harder than he was. But when it came down to it, he was a child, desperate to please the older brother he worshipped. Neither knew how to navigate a relationship with the other.

Both were broken.

Both sought any scrap of happiness they could muster. But that happiness forever seemed to evade them.

Flame’s gaze dropped to the ground when it all became too much. “Ash… Ash…” he ground out, his voice hoarse from lack of use. His voice trailed off and I saw redness burst on to his cheeks. He shook his head, unable to express what he wanted to say, frustrated that he could not find the words. Flame stepped closer to me, his chest brushing against my back. He was seeking my comfort.

Fighting the tightness in my throat, I asked, “Asher, you are coming with us, yes?” Asher’s troubled eyes darted from Flame to me.

“I didn’t know him,” he said tightly, and pulled out a cigarette, turning his back on us. Asher’s muscles were tight at his shoulders. His head dropped to look out into the woods. He took a long inhale of his cigarette. I prayed to God to give me the strength to heal them both.

“He was your brother too,” I said carefully. I felt Flame tense behind me. His fingers began to twitch.

“Maddie?” Flame rasped into my ear and I turned to face him. Flame’s panicked black eyes immediately fixed on mine. This time the pain and fear in them shined as brightly as the North Star.

“We need to say goodbye,” I whispered. Immediately, I saw the color drain from Flame’s face. I cupped his cheek; his skin was as cold as stone. “You must say goodbye to Isaiah, baby.” My hand slipped to cover his heart. “All this pain you harbor inside, the memories