Dominic

She looked me over, and her eyes landed on my neck and her face turned red.

"You better not have touched her without permission-"

"I didn't! I'm not a fucking rapist!"

Bra

Dominic's smirk was enough to put me back in a bad mood with him.

"You can rape me anytime you want, gorgeous."

I gasped.

The fucking prick!

"You're a prick!" I snapped.

He flicked his eyes to me and rolled them while sighing. "I'm kidding, don't be mad at me for that. I prefer you over your sister even though she is smoking hot."

Was that meant to be a compliment or something?

"Piss off, Dominic."

I turned to Bra

She nodded then looked back to the figure behind her. "Move!" she snapped to him.

"I'm not letting you leave until you hear me out!" Ryder said in a firm voice.

I scoffed. "You can't keep her here, arsehole."

He flicked his eyes to me and narrowed them. I sort of moved behind Bra

"Don't look at me sister like that, do you hear me? You're scaring her!" Bra

Ryder scrubbed his face with his hands. "Bran, baby, I didn't know Bronagh was your sister. You called her Bee when you talked about her. If I had known who she was I would have told you, so you didn't look at me like you did last night."

I widened my eyes.

They knew each other?

"Hold up, rewind and freeze. Bra

She looked to me and frowned. "I wasn't keepin' it from you, sweetie. I met him at Darkness a few weeks ago when he was there with Alec and Kane. We hit it off and went on some dates since then; I wasn't goin' to tell you about him until I was sure about him. I know how you feel about people, and I didn't want to bring him around unless I was sure he was goin' to stick around." She cut her eyes to Ryder then, and he was looking at her with such intensity that I gasped.

"What is your deal with people, Bronagh?" Dominic's voice asked from behind me, making me tense up.

Bra

Ryder looked beyond mad as he reached for her and pulled her away from me so they could talk in private, but it was pointless because I could still hear everything that was said.

"You can't just dump me because you sister doesn't like getting close to people, Bra

My heart broke for him; I didn't know he and Bra

"Bra

She looked at me, tears in her eyes.

She clearly felt the same way about Ryder; she didn't want to break up with him, and I didn't want her to.

"Don't break up with him. I'll… I'll try harder for you; I promise," I said, lowering my head.

Bra

I nodded my head; I knew it was weird to only limit myself to one person in my life but I was afraid to allow anyone else to become a part of my life simply because I knew they could leave as quick as they entered, and I hated the worry that came with that.

"Okay, I'll try harder. I promise." I nodded my head.

She kissed my cheek and hugged me tight. When we pulled apart, I looked at Ryder and awkwardly met his gaze.

"Sorry for causin' trouble for you, Ryder."

He smiled at me. "I think you just saved me a lot of trouble, Bronagh."

I smiled a little at him then, because when he looked at Bra

I couldn't believe I didn't know about him.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about him. You usually can't keep shite to yourself, so how you didn't let on about him is beyond me."

Bra

I chuckled. "So, you're both like a real couple? Boyfriend and girlfriend?"

They looked at each other, smiled, and nodded.

I snorted. "This should be interestin'."

Ryder looked to me. "Why is that?"

"Because she is a freak, and you will soon learn things about her that will have you ru

Bra

"Why would she be your mom or dad?" Dominic asked from behind me.

I instantly looked down; I had forgotten he was there.

He just overheard all of that conversation.

Oh, my God.

"Our parents both died nine years ago, Nico, I've been her guardian since I turned nineteen. I took over raisin' her when our parents passed away, so she considers me her sister, her ma, and da all wrapped into one. Her memories with them are limited, because she was so young when they passed. She doesn't talk about them at all."

I squeezed my eyes shut when the image of my mother's pale face framed with her dark chocolate-coloured hair flying in the wind as she ran while my tall father chased her around our back garden filled my mind. Bra

I loved my parents, and my chest hurt when I thought about them which was why I didn't do it often. I thought it was good that I could barely remember them. It made losing them sort of bearable even after all these years. Some people liked talking about their lost loved ones and decorating their house with their pictures but not me and Bra