CHAPTER NINETEEN:
Izar's POV:
AN HOUR EARLIER…
I couldn't get my brother's words out of my head. Whatever my professor was going on about faded into background noise as those words played in a loop.
‘I simply want you to back off from what's mine, Izar.’
Saphielle wasn't his.
They didn't really know each other! I was willing to bet the moon goddess herself was rolling her eyes at such nonsense.
But his words and the conviction in his eyes made my chest ache.
I saw her first. I knew her first. I ‘liked’ her first.
Way before he resumed school—a few weeks ago. Sure, she might not remember it but I do.
It'd been raining cats and dogs. I had an umbrella with me and was racing to my car when a group of rowdy football players bumped into a student, sending her books and papers flyin
