Trigger Warning

“This is Jason we’re talking about,” he said, staring at his cousin’s bed across the room from him. “You can’t blame him for the choices of the rest of us. I’m sorry for whatever the hell we did to piss you off so much, but Jason wasn’t a part of this. You can’t abandon him. I know you, Jay. You wouldn’t.”
Jayden sat down on her little brother’s bed, where she had laid so many times when she was a teenager, waiting for him to fall asleep, but she found nothing familiar in it. The bed smelled of cologne and soap. Gone was the Spiderman comforter, replaced by a plain dull blue summer blanket. A discarded t-shirt laid at the foot of the bed, way too big to fit what she remembered of her brother. But seven years made a big difference in the growth of who was once an eight year old boy.
“You can’t order me to go back in,” Jayden told him harshly. “I’m my own person now.”
“I’m not ordering you, Jay,” Jerick’s voice was strained. He sounded tired, defeated. “I’m begging you.”
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It had been two years since Jayden Idalis had run away from her family, her friends, and her life. She thought it was over--the fighting between the clans, the lies, the abuse--when her cousin entered the bar she was working in and begged for her help.
Her little brother had been sent in her place as a spy to the Ren clan and had missed his call in. The only person who could possibly save Jason if he was in trouble was his older sister who was still trying to come to terms with everything she'd endured while a spy.
Reluctantly, she agrees, but upon her arrival back to the Ren clan, her plan crumbles apart. She discovers that something major happened before she ran away.... She just can't remember what it was.