“f**k Dainy, that hurt.” He pushes my hand away but I smack his. I hold the ice pack to his face again, “I thought you said it's not as bad as it looks.” He huffs, and I smile, knowing I got my point across. “Reagan and I had a fight, I asked him to dump you, he said no so I brought up his father’s assistant.” My body goes still, rigid, “Reagan did this to you.” “Yes, and before you blow your top just know that I'm still older than you. And I did get a few shots in and frankly I kind of deserved that one. But the point is I'm only telling you this because well…” “You want me to lie to Dad.” I finish for him. My glare could cut titanium it's so sharp. I drop the ice pack on his lap and stand up. “Dainy, where are you going?” I ignore him and open the door. My brothers
