Rhys's POV
"You know you are being an utter asshole, don't you?"
I gritted my teeth, refusing to meet my brother's accusing eyes. I didn’t have to turn around to know exactly what I'd find—his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides, and that sharp, bitter disappointment in his eyes. I knew him...
"And you are not?" I shot back, gritting my teeth. "Why must you—"
I stopped cold when Rafael let out a low growl.
"Why must I what?" he snapped. "Do I have to give up once again—for you? Should I be the one who always has to step back?"
"What the hell are you talking about, Rafe?" I demanded, spinning around to face him.
He stood there, furious, his chest heaving slightly with each breath. But underneath all that anger—beneath the sharpness of his glare and the rigid lines of his body—
