“Can’t stop thinking about the girl who saved your life, huh?” By way of politely answering, I spin and throw a knife at my brother. It just barely skims past the side of his head, sinking into a target far behind him with a thud. He blinks at me. “Touchy subject, I take it?” I push past him and rip the blade from the wood. “Now, what would give you that impression?” I shrug casually. “She clearly wants nothing to do with me.” I like a challenge. “And besides,” I add, clearing the thought from my head, “it’s not like I’m ever going to see her again.”
oh this is gonna be fun
