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“Lara, get back inside the apartment,” Jackson said in an eerily calm voice. He’d followed Lara out the door, and his voice made her jump and spin around. “What the f**k did you do?” Adam asked his brother while he moved so that Lara was behind him, giving her some semblance of safety. “It was an accident,” Jackson replied with a clenched jaw. “I’m not an i***t,” his brother said scathingly. “I tried to leave. He threw a vase at the door. I think some of the glass cut me,” Lara explained quietly, feeling a bit dazed. “This doesn’t concern you, Adam,” Jackson bit out. “You should leave.” “Like hell,” Adam spat. “I’m taking her to the hospital.” “There’s no need for that,” Jackson reasoned. “Are you kidding me? Her whole face is covered in blood and there’s a piece of glass