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CHAPTER 51
~Spring's POV~
Storm didn't seem fazed at all by Eryx's presence. In fact, if anything, he looked... amused.
His hand, still on my waist, didn't budge. His gaze flicked between Eryx and me, then he turned fully toward my brother.
"You're glaring," Storm said with a slight tilt of his head. "That supposed to scare me?"
Eryx didn't answer. He took another step forward, fists clenched, like he might lunge—not that he would. I think. Maybe.
"Back away," Eryx warned, his voice lined in steel.
Storm's lips twitched upward. "Why? Afraid I'll kiss her again?"
"I'll break your face."
"No," Storm said smoothly, "you'll try. There's a difference."
I didn't know whether to groan or bury my face in the nearest rack of dresses. But neither seemed like a mature option.
"Enough," I muttered, stepping a little between them.
But Storm—of course—wasn't done.
