gs, but I could

. Chloe' s high-pitched giggles and Liam' s deeper chu

e pair of jeans and a sweater, and headed for the fron

f the stairs, a hand grab

, sis?" she asked, he

earing a bracelet, a custom-made str

his? Liam used this to measure my wrist earlier. He's getting m

a light, curious touch, and Liam had locked me in the dark, damp basement f

spiratorial whisper, "do you know why Liam loves this one so much? He ha

at's our special time. You haven' t seen Liam when he' s truly passionate, have you? He can' t keep his hands off m

l retreats." He always told me he needed to be alone, to meditate. He wouldn't return un

ime, he wa

en I remained silent, a mask of cold fury settled

ly manicured nails int

don' t care? I hate your pitiful act! I want to take everything from you-Mom and Dad' s love, Liam

y hand hit a tall vase on a pedestal. It teetered for a mome

deep into my arm. Blood instantly soaked the sle