Chapter 167
Chapter 167:
“Emmett, I’m not here to interfere. Cassian’s a friend. I’m just asking you to let him get medical attention. He’s in no shape to argue. Neither are we, if something worse happens tonight p>
“He’s not dying,” Emmett said, not even looking at Cassian. “I didn’t go for the kill. He brought this on himself. He thinks he can sneak into my sister’s bed under my nose? He’s lucky he’s still breathing p>
“Barely,” I muttered.
“He didn’t sneak in,” Yvaine snapped. “I invited him. And I’m not twelve. I don’t need you vetting my relationships p>
Emmett didn’t answer.
Ashton tried again, still measured, still painfully calm. “I think they both know what they’re doing. Maybe there’s some misunderstanding here. Let him get checked out first. Then you can yell at him all you want p>
Emmett rose from the sofa in one sharp movement. His shadow blocked half the light.
“Misunderstanding? I walked in and found a man I trusted with my sister half-naked in her house. That’s not a misunderstanding. That’s betrayal. You’re friends with him, Mr. Laurent. You know exactly what he’s like. If it were your sister he was screwing, would you be this calm p>
Ashton moved past Emmett and grabbed Cassian under the arm. I took the other side.
Cassian didn’t even lift his head—just groaned once, his breath rattling.
We started dragging him toward the front door. Emmett didn’t block us. He just stood there, breathing hard, his jaw flexing.
Yvaine hurried after us.
“Stay right there!” Emmett’s voice cracked through the air. “He goes to the hospital, fine. But you’re not going with him. Sit your arse back down p>
gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈𝗺 – 𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽
“Emmett, please! Just let me check on him. If he’s fine, I’ll come straight back p>
“You broke his nose, probably cracked a rib. We’ll have to pay the damn hospital bill. The least I can do is go with him p>
Emmett stepped forward. His tone dropped to a low, threatening grind. “So now you’re defying me for him p>
“No. I just… he’s in rough shape p>
“Yvaine Carlisle,” he said through clenched teeth, “if you walk out that door with him, you can forget you have a brother p>
Yvaine froze halfway through the door. Ashton and I were already outside, shoving Cassian’s sorry ass into the back seat. His nose was bleeding again.
Yvaine clenched her jaw, turned, and followed us anyway. “Emmett, don’t be dramatic. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” She jumped into the car.
Cassian’s injuries turned out to be mostly superficial—bloody, yes, but not serious. Most of the bleeding had come from his nose, with a few scrapes on his arms and hands from the fall.
Emmett’s fists had done the rest.