TWO BROTHERS, ONE NIGHT: WHOSE HEIR?
“I’m not afraid of anything. I’m just impatient to be with the one I love. Is that so hard to understand, little brother?”
“You don’t love her,” I hissed, my hand clenching into a fist at my side. “You just want to win. You want to take the one thing I have left.”
“Even if that’s true,” Arnold whispered, leaning in close so only I could hear, “I’m still the one who gets to take her clothes off tomorrow night. Not you. Never again you.”
I didn't think…. I just lunged. My fingers caught the collar of his expensive shirt, shoving him back against the mahogany bookshelf. A glass vase rattled and tipped over, shattering on the floor.