Summer POV

Ezra dragged me upstairs and pushed me to the bed while he marched into the bathroom to clean his bloody fist.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked.

My response was the sound of water running. He hadn’t said a word while he picked up his brother’s unconscious body and took it outside. I knew better than to follow him so I snuck into the kitchen and peeked out the window. Ezra dumped Hunter in the storage shed. He would smell a lot worse than he already did because ...