t open. Olivia and Sophia Davis stormed in, their faces flus

Olivia shrieked, pointin

een drawn out of his room by the shouting. He stood

t immediate

knew all too well. She marched up the stairs toward him. "Are you happy now? Your fat

empt. "Chloe died for you, and this is how you repay h

ved him

just grieving; he was terrified of them. I saw it clearly now. This

ything I had ever felt, surged through me. My so

n with them. I would have appealed to their

ime, I

between her and David. She opened her mouth

cheek in a slap that echo

she landed in a heap at her sister' s feet. She stared up at me,

d, my voice dangerously lo

his throat still red. He saw Sophia

lost your mind

oice made all three of them flinch. I turned my glare on Mark. "You will address me as Mr. Miller.

elping her sister up. "We are David' s

sh laugh. "You are gold-digging vul

p. I' d see him recoil from their touch. At the time, I' d dismissed it as pre-wedding jitters, David' s natural shyness. I had been so blind. The

rk spat, trying to regain some semblance of defianc

my phone and pressed a single

n, a former special ops soldier who had seen things that would make a normal person'

, standing protectively in front of a trembling David; t

he asked, his vo

e three were just leaving. Please show them the door. And make sure they understan

a grim smile on his face. He

c er

t!" Sophia shrieked. "

a personal proble

hauled him toward the door like a sack of garbage. Olivia a

as watching the scene with a dazed expres

ot influence. The will to act. The will to protect what is yours. They are weak because

ld self, a spark of strength, retur

ad," he

rt. The less