“How did you get hurt?”
Avery’s voice cracked as he reached for me, concern etched across his face. His hand hovered near the bloodstain on my back, trembling slightly.
I recoiled. “Don’t play dumb. It’s disgusting.”
He froze, brows drawing together. “Was it Justin?”
He hadn’t seen the livestream—had no idea I was even part of the show. If he hadn’t caught an employee watching the broadcast in passing, he’d still be in the dark.
Before I could respond, Justin stepped out of my room. The painkillers had dulled his stomach cramps, but not his arrogance.
He blinked in surprise. “Avery? What are you doing here? Weren’t you working late?”
Avery didn’t answer. He marched up, grabbed Justin by the collar, and snarled, “Why did you hit our sister?”
Justin flinched. “What the hell? I didn’t
