What now? How the hell was I supposed to save him when I didn't even know where to start? There had to be answers, right? No way that crappy author would dangle this curse without some kind of fix hidden in the plot. But how? How could I—
Then, out of nowhere, his hand settled gently on my head. "I don't know why you're so worried about me but—"
Thud!
The door flew open right then, slamming against the wall.
"Brother, did you wait—" Angela's voice cut off mid-sentence. She froze in the doorway, eyes locking onto Raphael's hand on my head. Her glare hit me like a laser—pure fire. And it wasn't just her; the whole group piled in behind, including those three idiots who'd been sent for fast food, all staring like they'd walked in on a crime scene.
"Get your head off my brother's hand!" Angela snapped, her glare drilling into me.
Wait, what? Why was I the one getting chewed out? I hadn't laid a finger on him—he was the one who had reached out first!
