My heart raced as vivid memories of the incident with Stefan started to flood my mind. Axel was struggling to keep his temper in check, and I could sense he was on the verge of unleashing it on his brother.
I hurried out the front door and around the side of the house, where I found Axel and Noah. Their torn clothes were smeared with blood, showcasing the chaotic scene. Meanwhile, Nadia strolled out beside me, shaking her head with a familiar irritation.
"Don't stress too much, love. They've been going at it since Noah learned to talk. There's only a seven-year age gap between them, and getting along has never been their strong suit," Nadia said nonchalantly.
"They're about to tear each other apart," I shot back, my concern tangible.
"They won’t actually do it, though. They know when
