“What the fuck, Ky?” Conor tugs the hoodie of the sweatshirt off my head and our matching brown eyes land on one another. There’s rage in his and apology in mine. “What the hell?” Rowan pushes Conor back by the chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Conor stumbles but recovers like the athlete he is. “Me? You’re the one fucking my sister!”
