[Damian]

Lyra slammed her keys onto the foyer table, the sound echoing through the house, before aggressively stripping off her jewelry. The residual spike of her fury over the confrontation with her parents was a thick, unpleasant scent in the air.

Alek watched her and shook his head. “Well, you’re definitely going to have your night cut out for you, little brother.”

I watched her storm into the kitchen. Alek was right. And I definitely wasn’t in the mood for a drama session, but I ...