Byron
I felt a ripple of unease when Wyatt went into the kitchen. I knew something was wrong even before they came back out. Bella was trembling and looking like she was trying to fold up on herself, and Wyatt looked flustered and upset.
“What’s wrong? What happened?” I pulled out a chair for Bella and felt some kind of anger rising up in me. If someone had hurt her, I was going to kill them, even if it was my own brother.
Wyatt started to apologize to our mate… something about flour in her hair. I glared, not understanding. “I found her cooking in the kitchen…” Wyatt explained. “I… I overreacted and raised my voice to Hailey. And then I reached for Bella, and… she thought I was going to hit her.”
I would have cussed him out for being an insensitive prick, but I knew it would on
