Jesse had gone into the kitchen almost as soon as they'd gotten home. He'd heated up some of the gumbo Nicholas had made, chasing that with some Advil, then pouring himself a huge cup of coffee and collapsing onto one of the stools. He sat there for a long while with his head pillowed on his arms, willing his mind to calm down.
Jayden was in the hospital. Again. His brothers, whom he hadn't seen for a decade, had found him at last. And now all of them knew the truth about the things that were out there in the dark. His head pounded and he rubbed at his temples, hoping the meds kicked in soon.
He sat up as Adrian entered, an unamused snort escaping him. "Yeah, that's about the right of it," he agreed. "How're you holding up?"