A Brother’s Oath

Carlos stood tall, his dark eyes locked onto Peter's with an unyielding intensity. To Kiera, he appeared like a protective wall between Iris and the world, and especially, from Peter.

"Explain," his stern voice called out.

"Carlos, I'm not a kid anymore."

"Seriously Iris, what are you doing?" Carlos asked but before he could speak further she cut in.

"What does it look like I am doing? I am hanging out," she retorted.

"Hanging out? With whom, Iris?"

"You always have to play the saviour, don't you?" Iris's voice held a touch of annoyance as she interjected.

"I can handle myself! ! do not need pampering from home like you usually do, Carlos. Let it rest."

Carlos scrunched his brows and responded with a stern voice, "You can't just follow strangers, Iris." Before Iris could retort, Peter, oozing confidence, pulled out his driver's license and flaunted it in front of Carlos.