Neil glanced between us, his usual amusement fading as Clayton let out a sharp snarl, frustration darkening his expression. With a swift shove, he pushed off his car, the metal groaning under the force. His shoulders squared, fists clenching at his sides, radiating barely contained aggression as he closed the distance.
Neil let out a low whistle. “s**t. Duck and cover, or make a break for it, bro?”
I stood my ground, unwavering. “I don’t run from my problems, Neil. Dad isn’t going to allow anyone to separate paired Mates, so if Clayton wants to challenge me, he better have solid ground to stand on.”
Neil chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m just going to pretend I didn’t just get schooled by my little brother. If this gets ugly, I’ll step in.”
“Fine by me,” I replied, pulling open the car
