Roman:
“You…marked my sister?!”
When Nixon swung and connected with my jaw, fracturing in multiple places, I did not even try to avoid the much deserved punch. Though, it hurt like hell.
I stumbled back, clutching my jaw, and licking the blood that began to leak from my lip. I wiped the rest off, my tongue held against the open wound in my jaw due to my teeth piercing it from his blow. Despite his anger, I knew that he was holding back.
I’m glad that he did.
“I deserved that,” I murmured.
“I don’t need you to approve of my anger, Roman,” he spat.
“I know that, Nixon, and I wasn’ trying to-”
“How could you, Roman?!” He cut me off. “How could you do this to her?! How could you do this to me?!”
I was guilt-stricken by my brother’s feelings of betrayal. What was worse, I knew that
