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I’m going to kill him.
I’m going to fucking kill him.
Kill—
“Time out.” He lifts a hand. “Before you proceed with your attempts at rearranging my features, allow me to clarify an important element. I happen to be in the process of courting your sister, and any attempts at ruining my face will not play in the favor of said task.”
What did this asshole just say?
Did he just mentioncourting? And who?Mysister?MyMia?
“I’m going to fucking kill you before you lay a hand on her.” I storm toward him.
“Oh, that’s already done.”
Bran closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose as he breathes slowly.
What the fuck…?
He’s not surprised.
Why is henotsurprised?
“What the fuck did you just say?” I ask slowly, my fucked-up brain refusing to believe the words I heard.
No.I’m refusing to believe Bran knew about this fuckery all along. He wouldn’t…
Why not? He obviously cares about his brother’s safety and opinion more than yours.
“I said.” Lan stands toe-to-toe with me. “The touching part already happened. In fact, our rendezvous included more than touching, but I’ll spare you the details since you’re her brother.”
“You fucking—” I raise my fist, but when I’m about to drive it into his face, Bran slides in front of him.
It’s too late.
My fist slams into Bran’s face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The blow is so powerful that Bran falls back against his brother and Landon grabs him, then dabs at the blood at his lip.
I don’t resist when hands pull me back. I don’t even know whose they are as I stare at the blood gushing out of Bran’s nose. His face is pained, but he’s trying hard to remain unaffected.
Fuck!
What the fuck have I done? Me hitting Bran? How could I do that? Even unintentionally?
My jaw tics and every fiber inside me urges me to make sure he’s okay. But I can’t do that when his fucking brother is all over him.
So I direct my wrath at my sister. “Is it true?”
Her eyes double in size like whenever she’s done something she’s not supposed to. This, however, is drastically different from sneaking out at night or plotting trouble with Maya.
“Is what the fucker said true, Mia?” I ask again, a vein nearly popping in my neck. “Have you been sleeping with him?”
She steals a glance at Landon and then signs, “It’s not what you think.”
“And what does he think?” Landon releases Bran and I have to summon ungodly fucking resolve to not look at him and focus on his brother instead.
