Armani
The sharp sting across the back of my skull jolts me forward. I haven't even turned around fully before Xavier's hand connects with my head, the sound echoing in the quiet forest clearing.
"What in God's name did you do, Armani?" My brother's voice is low but carries the weight of thunder.
I rub the tender spot where his hand landed, wincing slightly. "What are you referring to, exactly?" The question slips out automatically, though the knot in my stomach tells me I know precisely what he means. For months now, I've been living in a haze of self-deception, pushing away the consequences of my actions. Perhaps there's a strange comfort in finally facing what I've done.
Xavier's face darkens. "Don't play the fool with me." His eyes drift meaningfully down the path where Rena disapp
