Chapter 17

Crack!

I couldn’t tell whether it was the breaking of my heart or the snap of Sergio’s knuckles. At first, the voices in my head went silent, and my mind felt airy, like there was so much vacuum. Mr. Fremund’s lips trembled as they kept moving, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. My gaze shifted to a bawling, miserable Kenton, and I imagined him beaten to a bloody pulp on the floor with cuts of all shapes, sizes, and brutality adorning his body. 

When my imagination cleared, I tried looking for scars on his face, but there was none, just smooth skin. But given the fact that he was covered from the base of his jaw down to the ankles, I knew the rest of his body bore the full brunt of the terror. Terror his brother was a part of.

The voices in my head were coming back, but they were harsh, unforgiving, and bitter.

How dare he lie to us?!

Fuck, fuck...FUCK!

How do I explain this to Don? To Verity?

But they’re his sworn enemies...they