Chapter 77. The Missing Piece

Hayden straightened, his entire body rigid, the color draining from his face. “What did you mean by satellite, B?”

Beck instantly regretted letting his thoughts slip. He gently placed Myla back on her feet.

He smirked, trying to sound casual. “Nothing, Hay. I was just rambling. Let’s go, My. I saw a horror mini-series you might like.”

But Myla didn’t budge. She slid behind him and stood between him and the door, blocking his exit. She turned to the men, her expression resolute.

“He said that he was grateful you guys took pity on him and accepted him into your dynamic,” Myla stated, her voice tight with fierce protection.

Beck’s shoulders slumped. “Baby, stop. It’s nothing. Just old orphan baggage.”

It’s bullcrap,” Jared spat, his voice laced with protective fury. He walked toward Beck. “There’s no core bond or satellite among us. There never has been. You have always been one of us.”

Hayden stared at Beck, his eyes sad. “Oh, God. Jus