They’re arguing. Brogan’s drunk—not himself. Nic’s pissed—too much himself. “Nobody raises his hand to my sister.” Nic spits in Brogan’s face, and Brogan swings. Then the sickening sound of fists connecting with flesh. My brother’s fists. My boyfriend’s. They’re going to kill each other. “Stop!” I beg, my voice like breaking glass. “Nic, just take me home.”
