“She’s too naïve to see what you're up to, but I do. So I’m going to make this idiot proof for you: Do. Not. Fuck. My. Sister. Don’t fuck her. Don’t touch her. Don’t even fucking look at her. Are we clear?” Planting my crutches on the ground as he jerks me to a stop at her SUV’s passenger door, I stand up shakier than I had hoped and hobble around to face him, the stoop I’m forced into dragging me down the spare few inches I have over him. “No.” “What?” “I said, ‘no.’ No, I will not stay away from Scar. No, I will not stop looking at her. And no, I will not stop touching her—not unless she wants me to. Make no mistake Roman, you don’t have the power or control here.”