Chapter 20

Leslie wasn't any better-just a spoiled little princess with nothing much in her head but looks. "Broderick, she hit me! I'm not kidding-Leslie said she'd break all my limbs!" Broderick felt a twinge between his brows and rubbed his temples. "She hit you?" "What, you don't believe me?" "Did you hit her?" Wait a sec-why did Broderick's tone sound so off? Sounded kinda like he was siding with Leslie, ready to back her up. Of course he wanted to fight back! But seriously, something was off. Leslie might look like a delicate flower, but she punched like a freakin' tank. He didn't even have a chance. "So you're saying... I can't fight back?" "No, you can't touch her." Broderick's voice turned cold. "Miles, I mean it. No laying a finger on her. Got it?" Naturally, Miles mumbled, "Okay... I get it." Kinda sulky though. Ugh, Leslie really was bad luck. Ever since she showed up, his brother didn't even care about him anymore. Alfred brought out the first aid kit, soaked a cotton swab with antis