Alaric’s POV:

I didn’t want to get violent. Not in front of Meadow.

But my younger brother had a way of pushing me to do things I didn’t want to do. Like breaking his already crooked nose for the third time in two years.

I didn’t feel it. I never did—but the way Nolan’s head had snapped to the side before his body had hit the ground, too fucking drunk to even get back up, the way he cursed loudly, curling into himself and cupping his bloody nose, told me everything I needed to ...