"None of my business?!" Jim"s voice rose with anger. He grabbed my wrist, his grip uncomfortably tight. "I"m your brother! I promised to protect you! Just look at yourself right now!" His concern felt like a warm current, which only made my cold, desperate situation feel more stark. I tried to yank my hand back forcefully. "Let me go! You can"t protect me! No one can! Staying away from me is the best protection for everyone!" Our struggle and heated exchange drew curious looks from other students in the hallway. Unnoticed by me, Luke stood at the far end of the corridor, witnessing the entire scene—Jim gripping my wrist, the palpable tension between us. His golden eyes darkened instantly, his lips pressing into a thin line. *** At lunch, I deliberately chose the most remote, inconspicuous
