Kayden
"Wha… what the hell are you doing?" I demanded as I pulled away from him, but before he could reply, I let out a sharp gasp, staring at his face.
There was dried blood on his split lip, a dark purple bruise already forming across his cheek, and that wasn't all — even his knuckles were bleeding and swollen.
"Oh goodness, Rhys," I gasped again as I gently turned his hand over to examine the bruises on his knuckles. "Did you get into a fight with your brother? Did he…" I paused, raising my head to meet his eyes. "What the hell happened while we were gone, Rhys?" I asked, my fingers lightly caressing the bruise blooming on his cheek.
It looked like a large hand had been brutally imprinted there. When the realization of exactly who could have done it hit me, I let out a low groan of disbelief.
"Your father hit you?" I demanded, my voice rising so loudly that it echoed sharply through the empty hallways.
