As Brandon drove away, he flexed his jaw which still ached from the hit.
Every pulse of pain throbbed beneath his skin like a reminder, a humiliation stamped into his bones.
Levi.
Levi had dared to lay hands on him.
And worse, Lyse had stood by and let him. He had wrongly believed that he had stamped Levi out of Lyse's mind but at the first sign of his appearance she was running into his arms… Unbelievable!
Brandon stood in his living room, still breathing hard, the ice pack in his hand half-melted, his reflection in the mirror swollen and furious. His pupils were blown wide with anger.
"Unbelievable," he hissed, tossing the ice aside.
He paced across the room like a caged animal, fingers running through his hair again and again until it stuck up in jagged angles. His mind replayed the moment on a vicious loop: Lyse in Levi's arms, clutching him, crying into him like he was her savior.
Her protector.
Not Brandon.
