I pointed at Luca. “You, over there,” I snapped, pointing to one side of the room. “And you, over there,” I growled at Christian, pointing to the other side of the room so they were far away from each other. I channeled my mother, her demeanor, the voice she used when she had to break up fights between my brothers and me. Fights exactly like this. “Now,” I whispered menacingly.
