58-Wolf Among Sheep

Anthony’s POV

“I'm fine Fedora, really, stop acting like a mother hen,” I growled at the dark-haired woman who had not left my side since the war with Fitz.

“I know you're fine, it's not you I'm worried about… it's, well, it's Michael. I think that night hit him hard,” She corrected, widening her eyes and shrinking back as if I had just accused her of having feelings for me.

“Michael? You think my brother’s wounded?” I hissed, my brows creasing with barely concealed worry before I watched the woman swallow and look away.

It was the first time I was seeing any sort of concern on Fedora’s face and something in my chest tightened at the realization.

I hadn't seen my brother throughout last night either, and for a social butterfly like him, it was the damnedest thing.

“Nancy…your mother came to me last night…with her fist broken in three places Anthony…she said, she said Michael did it to her.” She muttered, and I felt a muscle tick in my jaw as I rose slowly to my feet, reigning in the f