Lynx’s POV
I can’t believe I’m going to a high school prom again. My prom had been the best; I was not only the top of my class, but I was also the top athlete in the nation. High schools were my glory years except for the summer of graduation when I watched who I thought was my friend run over an innocent person and then laugh after not getting caught. I should have kicked his ass back then, but I was a coward. I wasn’t anymore. Brie couldn’t date a coward, but she could date a man who was atoning for his past.
Vic had been right; I should have gone to the police when I got my memory back. To hell with my father. Oliver was damaged forever, and the culprit should be punished accordingly. He was supposed to be Victoria’s date, not my baby brother. Brie should be in a sea of her classmates and friends, laughing and charming the pants off of whatever college she wants to attend, instead of plotting the possible demise of her nemesis.