In the past, whenever something like this happened, Colton would immediately rush over, grab my wrist, and demand an explanation.
I glanced at Ava and caught the flash of triumph in her eyes.
That was when I understood. Colton and Logan had never simply happened to walk in whenever it looked like I was bullying Ava. Someone had been arranging for them to show up at exactly the right moment.
I smiled.
Then I drove the knife down.
Blood trickled down the blade. Ava screamed in terror and shoved me away.
As she jerked away, the blade dragged downward and sliced a long, deep gash across her face.
"What are you doing?"
Ava's hands shook. She didn't dare touch the wound, and tears streamed down her cheeks. The fragile, pitiful act she'd been putting on vanished completely.
"Wasn't that
