“Come talk to me,” I growl at Camdyn.
Outside, it’s gotten darker. The lights around the house flicker on, following our steps out near the pool.
Camdyn has his chin up, head cocked. “You’re my brother, not that bitch’s fam!”
“Ye are high.” I can’t smell it on him, but when I look close, his pupils have all but swallowed his green-blue irises. I snarl. “How high?”
“Fuck ya, I am.” Camdyn gestures to his head. “Blowed out of my mind, and I can still predict the future. Rampage on those McFarlands.”
“So, yer aim is a war, aye?”
“My aim, bro,” he steps closer to me, “is to match the crazy of that motherfucking crazy. Everyone’s remembering the good times. While you’re playing the good guy, Ewan is calculating how fucking far—”
“Shut yer mouth, bawbag.”
“He can go. Bet that bitch has no chill. Did he? That what happened in Scotland?” Camdyn shouts, “Huh, Brody! No limits?”
I stare at him. He fumes. I’m calculating my breathing, calming the lava in my veins. “Yell at me again, American. I’ll lay ye to sleep, bràthair.”
As Camdyn stalks around like a caged lion, the censored lights punctuate his movements. He comes toward me, slamming his palm into his other hand. “That’s the response I need from you, Brody. The response the entire clan needs. Redirect that motherfucking action around and execute it to the right one. Not me. I’m blood.”
He shows his veins. Snake tattoos run straight over them.
I snort. “Nae, we ain’t got the same blood. Not until ye come down from wit ye’re on. Wit are ye on, Cam?”
“The feck are ye on?” Leith shouts from behind me, grabbing for Camdyn’s collar.
Our wee bràthair sidesteps Leith, pushing at him. Leith’s arm charges out. Camdyn takes the punch straight to the chin. Unfazed, he tosses a punch of his own.
The tussle gets outta hand, and I get in the middle. The sneaky little bawbag uppercuts my chin. Now, it’s me and Leith against Camdyn. We need to put this bampot down.
I’m behind him. My arm loops around both of his elbows.
“What the fuck!” Camdyn snaps. “You’re a bunch of pussies.”
Leith gets in front of him. He blocks Camdyn’s kick, punching him in the stomach.
My bicep constricts the American’s neck. I’m gonna lay him to rest for a little while.
Camdyn tosses his head back. A familiar, feminine voice, the most annoying I’ve ever heard in my entire life, screeches, “Hey! What’s going on?”
“These two.” Camdyn straightens up, licking the blood from his lips. The fecking devil walks over to her. “I don’t know what’s gotten into them, Chevelle.”
“Oh?” She says, running her thumb over his scraped jaw. I glower.
“Chevelle,” Leith pants.
Why bother? I roll my eyes at Leith.
He continues. “Cam’s being—”
Camdyn empathetically cuts in. “They’re overwhelmed about the Ewan situation.”
“Oh, Leith,” she begins.
“Cam?” Leith stops addressing Chevelle to scowl at him.
Camdyn sighs. “I’m gonna go.”