Rafe POV
“Rafe, wait.” Tripp’s voice boomed behind me.
My hand froze on the black lever of the front door, the muscles in my back coiling tight. His footsteps pounded closer, heavy with the promise of a fight.
“What the fùck was that?” he snarled.
“She dropped a bowl. She had no shoes on—I was helping so she didn’t cut her feet.”
“Don’t bullshìt me, Rafe.”
“I’m not.”
His eyes burned through me, like he could see straight into the thoughts I was trying to bury.
“I mean it. Don’t fùck around with my sister. She’s off limits.”
“I know, Tripp.” The words dragged out of me, heavy as stone in my gut.
“Good. Keep it that way.”
His glare cut through me, and the silence filling the void between us was deafening.
I yanked the door open and walked out without looking back, but I could st
