Jan's POV
As they pulled out of the parking lot, I ran out in front of them. I'll give my sister credit, she reacted well. She braked immediately, even though she hurt one of my legs by smashing the hood into my knee. I limped over to the passenger door, where Yaroslava was already getting out.
And as usual, instead of telling me what had happened, or at least apologizing for what she had done, my unpredictable mate descended on me with a stream of accusations.
“You i***t, you crazy i***t!” she began, hitting me with her hands on my chest.
“Get in my car! Now!” I coldly cut off her hysterics.
Yaroslava opened her mouth, but cl
