Vincent sat on my right, and Meyer sat on my left. I scrutinized Vincent. He had a bruise under his right eye. I was surprised he left home looking like that, considering how much he loved to present himself as perfect.

"What, Rue?" 

I tilted my chin toward the girl who had just entered a small red car. 

"Cousin," he answered. 

"What's your 'cousin's' name?" 

"Why do you want to know? Do you like her?" he winked.

"What happened to your face?" 

"Your brother happened," he replied with a grimace. 

"Tate?" 

"How many brothers do you have?" Meyer scoffed, and I hissed at him, sending him retreating. Ria's giggle echoed...