“Who gave you the right to play god for us?” “I don’t have the right, but this is going to hurt Sam.” I looked through the corner of my eye. Heather had stepped back from us. She was thinking, and she was seeing that I was right, but hell, she was in pain too. I saw it there. Channing hurt her. I added to my brother, “You can’t hurt Sam and definitely not on this day.” Logan expelled a ragged breath, and he raked a hand through his hair. His head tipped back, and he let out a, “Fuck.” As if hearing him, even though I knew she couldn’t because of the deejay’s music, Sam turned in our direction.
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