Jake walked into the hospital room, his eyes scanning first over Russ, then to Bran, who sat stiffly on the exam table. Dylan Rockwell leaned over Bran’s arm, frowning deeply.
“What happened?” Jake asked, shutting the door behind him with more force than necessary.
“That freak burned me,” Bran snapped.
Russ cuffed him in the back of the head like he was a misbehaving pup. “This i***t thought it’d be a good idea to start name-calling Lyra. Then he knocked Donovan out of his damn wheelchair and grabbed him by the throat.”
Rome snarled in Jake’s head, demanding blood. His own pulse roared as he forced himself to stay calm, to breathe.
“You’re skipping the part where the freak-show’s brother burned me,” Bran growled.
Dylan, ever the smart one, took a careful step back, pressing himself a
