Meet my Overprotective Brothers
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The air in the room suddenly felt thick, charged with the scent of pine and raw, predatory aggression.
"That's impossible," Orion growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to shake the very bookshelves. He stepped forward, his massive chest heaving. "That gate is reinforced with three-inch thick silver plating and ancient Thorne blood-seals. It hasn't been opened since the Great War. It’s only accessible by those with the highest security clearance in the North."
"Then one of your Council members is a liar," Caleb said. His voice was dropping into that low, predatory register that made the hair on Elara’s neck stand up.