Anya
“What the hell?” Jack turned down the flight of stairs and ran toward some shouting. Anya turned and followed.
Brandon was on the ground with his shirt torn, and his brother standing beside him. He only had that look when he got into a fight.
“What the hell happened,” Jack demanded.
Toby glanced down at his brother on the floor, whose eyes were fixated on something. “Um, Brandon just had an interaction with someone. It’s fine, nobody got hurt and they’re gone.”
That didn’t exactly answer anything. “Brandon?” Anya knelt in front of him. His eyes were dilating and he had that crazed look in his eye like he did when he fought Roger. “Hey,” she put her hand on his cheek. His eyes darted around the room as though he was being broken from a trance. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
