June's back. The blood drained from her

uard. His sharp blue eyes swept across the room like a searchlight,

e had seen a savior. He scrambled off

in his father's trousers, and let out a heartbreaking w

own at his sobbing youngest son and placed

ep them from shaking. She dug her fingernails into h

s corner, shooting his father a look

until it locked onto June. His eyes were c

d heavily against the hardwood floor. Each s

made it hard to breathe, but she for

flicked downward, landing on her right hand. The palm

d Isaac's leg. He flashed Jun

nger flared in her chest, but she bi

low, dangerous rumble. "You h

Yes. He smashed a Ming vase an

r's leg. "I didn't! She yelled at me f

. Instead, he turned his head tow

he walked over, looking like

n the corner?" Isaac as

said it was my fault for not sto

is brother was at fault while painting June as

h to tear his lie apart. The system's warni

turned to ice. Everyone waited for th

the back of Tristan's collar and hoist

estroy property, and then you lie to my f

stantly. He stared at his father in

rsher. "And you. You stand by and watch, then try to deflec

y white. His perfect mask

e to Cole's rigid posture in the corner, then to the sly, fleeting look of

d three words that shattered the

into a dead, r