He is my stepfather’s son, my half-brother, and the source of my troubles. I used to think his rudeness was just a protective reaction. Now I see his true nature and I won’t let him hurt me anymore. Even though his presence still makes me worry, I hope it will pass. Maybe.
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— Happy birthday, redhead! — a cheeky, mocking voice rang out, drawing everyone’s attention in the restaurant.
Lika turned around faster than I did, while I stayed in place.
— Who’s this for us? — my sister asked with a smirk.
— Our favorite brother. You’ve been gone a long time.
— Waiting for the right moment, — Denis answered as he came closer, and the smell of him made my skin crawl.
— And who allowed you to mess up your red curls? — he whispered, and it felt like an electric shock.