““I tried to keep my expression neutral. “Whatever. All I know is that Brandon won’t fight you.” “Because he knows I’ll hand him his ass.” Jackson gave me a mean smile. “No, because he actually has something to lose by fighting.” Jackson didn’t like that comment at all. His gray eyes blazed. I realized where I’d seen that color before. On my bedroom wall. Those ominous clouds in my mural, the ones aglow with lightning . . . that gray was the color of Jackson’s eyes when he was angry.””
