Leo's POV
The moment we were in a private corner of the hallway, far enough away from Scarlett's door, I spun around. My blood was still boiling.
"Stay away from Scarlett," I said, my voice low but vibrating with a rage I'd spent my whole life suppressing. "Both of you. Stay the hell away from her."
Liam and Leon stopped dead. They looked at me as if I'd suddenly started speaking a foreign language. Usually, I was the one who kept the peace. I was the bridge between Liam's cold authority and Leon's hot-headed violence. But that part of me was gone now.
"All my life, I have shared everything with you two," I spat. "Everything. We shared the same womb before we were even born. We share this face—every time I look in the mirror, I see you. We shared our toys, our clothes, our first hunts. I've lived my entire life as a third of a whole, never asking for a single thing that was just mine."
