I turned the engine on and pulled the car into the dark road, headed for the clinic where I knew he could get treatment.

“Hope you’re ready to meet my family—if you think I’m a handful, you really have no idea.”

Chapter Fourteen

I never felt like I had that much in common with my siblings. They’d grown up in such a different world than I had, and we didn’t share fifty percent of our DNA. On top of that, they’d both turned out so fucking perfect that I felt like the only one in the family who really didn’t fit in.

However, the glare my brother, Joshua, gave me was so damned familiar that no one would mistake us for anything other than siblings. He looked half asleep and more than a little annoyed at getting pulled from his bed and brought into work.

“You are the worst older sister,” he muttered as he walked into the exam room. “I expected to find you waiting outside. How did you get in?”

“The same way I got into your room for years. Lock picking is a very useful skill.”

Joshua lifted his hand to cover his mouth as he yawned, then peered around the room.

Harrison had woken, which meant he was at least sitting upright on the exam table. Still, the blood that escaped his temple and ran down his face showed he wasn’t up at his best.

And Joshua proved ever the professional he was when he spotted the injury and didn’t so much as lift his eyebrow. Instead, he slid right into his doctor mode, the sleep seeming to leave him in an instant.

“My name is Dr. Joshua Reynolds,” he said as he approached Harrison. “What happened?”

“He got hit with a stick.”

“You hit me with a stick, you mean,” Harrison pointed out.

“Oh, that was like fifteen minutes ago. How long are you going to keep complaining about that?”

“How about until I at least stop bleeding?”

I sat in the chair beside the exam table and crossed my arms, getting out of Joshua’s way. It wasn’t like I could really argue with Harrison right now, in front of my brother. Besides, was an argument really needed? Joshua had so easily accepted the idea that I’d been the one to hit Harrison, I was almost insulted.

Joshua went about his work, first using prewet towelettes to clean Harrison’s face. It made me realize…I really had hit him hard.

Then again, in my defense, I’d had every reason to believe that he was about to kill me. I valued my life too much to fuck around.

Still, I couldn’t help the bit of guilt that assuaged me as Joshua wiped off the blood.

“Headache? Vision issues?” Joshua went about asking questions to judge just how much damage had occurred, then added two butterfly bandages to hold the skin together. “I don’t think you have a concussion or any severe damage, but I’d like to do an MRI just to be safe.”

Harrison managed to give me one hell of a glare, as though pointing out yet again this was all my fault. I’d thought him so pointlessly serious before, but that face showed he just hid his feelings behind a good mask. “Very well,” he said, pulling his focus back to Joshua.

Joshua turned toward me, looking just as pleased with me as Harrison was. “Stay here. I’ll take your friend for the MRI, then I’ll have to review the results. I’ll come back in when I have them.”

“Sure. Sit, stay, I get it.” I waved them off, telling them with that gesture that I was fine and wouldn’t cause any problems.

Joshua and Harrison wore almost identical looks as they left the room.

The door remained closed for only a few moments before a familiar voice floated through it and it opened.

“Grey!” Ignis threw her arms around me, her face bathed in worry.

Right, I probably should have talked to her and told her I was fine. It reminded me that she’d been on the phone when I’d first gotten attacked.

“Wait, did you call Harrison?”

“Obviously,” she snapped as she pulled back. “You were on the phone, then you cried out and the line went dead. When you wouldn’t answer, I called him and told him where you were.”

Which meant I owed a lot to both Ignis and Harrison. He must have come running the moment she’d called him, even after I’d taken off like that.