"What the f**k is happening, Hollyn?" I shouted at her as her body swayed. Tagan's body was a bloody broken mess on our living room floor. The woman who'd crashed into my life had her hands lit up like spotlights against his wound.
And neither of them f*****g said an eternal damned word. I was about to go insane. The heat and rage of seeing one of my brothers wounded right in front of my eyes was scorching through my body, consuming everything in its path. Belly-weakening fear rolled over my mind. I couldn't lose him. Not either of them. I'd already lost too much. We all had.
I reached out, touched Hollyn's shoulder. Her eyes were closed, her lips were moving, but I couldn't make out anything that sounded close to English. As soon as I touched her, she toppled over to the side.
"f**k
