Date = 25 December
Place = San Francisco (Uncle John’s house)
POV – Damion
Why did I act out? Good question.
“I can answer that.”
Alejandro’s voice slices into the room as he strolls in like a plot twist nobody ordered. Mel’s eyes flick to his face — and immediately widen. Same bruises. It’s clear that we had a little disagreement.
“First,” Alejandro says mildly, “Chloe sent him a picture of US kissing —” He wiggles a finger between him and her.
Mel stiffens, brows knitting.
“And then,” Alejandro continues, without a beat, deadpan, “he found out I’m his brother.”
Silence. Thick. Heavy.
“Brother?” Mel whispers. The resemblance hits her like a slap. Same mouth. Same hair. Same stubborn jaw. Same unfortunate talent for attracting violence.
Alejandro gives a small, crooked smile. “Y
