I’m finding it difficult to believe he’d actually invade my privacy in such a manner. A part of me just wants to wait to see if he’d go through with it so I can bring down the sky on his head.
But I know better. In his current state, all bets are off.
I run, overtake him, and plant myself in front of the drawer just as he reaches it.
“Did you not hear me say stop, Finn?”
He glares at me. "Move aside, Sloane."
"Are you being serious right now?"
"Since you can’t think with anything other than your lady bits when it comes to my brother," he says, stepping closer, "I’m going to do the thinking for you. Whatever’s in that drawer is getting burned."
My fists clench at my sides. The anger rises, quick and hot, like fire licking the inside of my ribs.
"You will do no such thing."
"Like he
