He was my adopted brother. He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed. I am an open box of photographs taken in daylight, but filtered in sepia. I am the past he tried to forget; he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I called him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly drowned out by cruelty and the pain intensified even more. But he came back. He's not the sweet big brother I secretly had a crush on or the bad boy rich brat I hated to love. He is the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he no longer reports to Royce Cain. He answers to Psycho.