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think someone is summoning this thing.”
    Vincent jerked his hand away from the book and took a step back. The last time a creature had been summoned was when his parents had been killed. It was their mother who had figured out the summoning.
    That night, she had been killed. Their father had gone to confront who he thought was responsible. And within hours, both of their parents were dead.
    Vincent had been the one to find their father. He had also been the one to tell his siblings. That night had left a scar inside him that still bled.
    Whoever killed his parents was back to their old tricks again. This time they wouldn’t get away with it. Vincent didn’t care how long it took, but he would kill whoever it was.
    That’s the only thing that would heal him. And bring closure to his parents’ deaths.
    “I knew they would come back,” Lincoln said with hatred dripping from his lips. “I’ve waited years for a piece of them.”
    Beau flipped the omelet over. “Stand in line, dickhead.”
    Vincent lifted his gaze to Christian. “What else did you find?”
    Christian’s brow furrowed. “Y’all aren’t going to like it.”
    “Spit it out,” Lincoln demanded.
    Christian locked gazes with Vincent. “Mom thought the person was targeting our family and friends to kill. I think it’s happening again.”
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
     
    No!
    The word exploded in Vincent’s head, but he didn’t say it. His three brothers were all talking at once after Christian’s announcement. All he could do was thank God that Riley was nowhere near Louisiana at this point.
    “Vincent,” Lincoln said.
    It snapped him out of his thoughts. None of them lived that night like he had, and they all knew it. He swallowed and leaned his hands on the table as he closed his eyes, wishing he could close out the past as easily.
    “Evil was here eleven years ago. It infested the bayou until people were scared to venture out once night fell. Linc and I hunted with Mom and Dad while you two stayed with Riley.”
    Christian nodded as he pulled out a chair and sat. “I remember it all. I was so pissed that I couldn’t go with y’all, but Dad wanted me here to guard the house.”
    “There are times I wish I hadn’t seen what I did,” Lincoln confessed.
    It was the first time Vincent had heard such words from his brother. “I wish you hadn’t either.”
    “Riley was asleep,” Beau said. “I had just looked in on her when I heard Dad. I ran out onto the porch and saw...”
    Vincent knew why he couldn’t finish. None of them could. Not even him, and he had been with his father when they found his mother.  
    She had been brutally beaten before something clawed her and then ripped her heart from her chest. After all these years, Vincent could still hear his father’s cry of grief and anger. He could still see his father rocking his mother against his chest as tears fell.
    Then the rage had taken his father.
    Vincent had done his best to keep up with him. He had known that the evil could take both of his parents that night, but he hadn’t been quick enough.
    “It’s not your fault,” Lincoln said as if sensing where Vincent’s mind had been.
    Beau cut into the omelet and took a bite. “You came back to us. Without you, the state would’ve sent us into foster care.”
    “If this thing is back, the only target that’s come close to us is Molly,” Vincent said, changing the subject. He couldn’t stand to think back to that night.
    Beau cleared his throat. “That’s not exactly true. The first victim – Lindsey – I had asked out. She was new in town.”
    “Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Vincent demanded as anger began to spread inside him. “We could have connected the dots sooner if you had.”
    He then looked at Lincoln. “What about Breanne, the second victim. Did you know her?”
    “We hooked up every now and again. We were friends with benefits.”
    Vincent grabbed the