I blinked, caught off guard, my head tipping forward slightly from the smack. Maria had always been blunt, always quick to cut through whatever nonsense was standing in the way of what needed to be done. She was right, even if I still felt the instinct to argue. "Yeah, but—" "Nope, no buts," Paul said, his tone leaving no room for debate. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, eyes locked on me with quiet conviction. "If you get in trouble, we all go down for this. He's just a kid. With some training and the right help, we still have a chance to save him from following Austin's path." Paul had always had this way of grounding me. Where I got caught up in responsibility and instinct, he brought things back to reality—to the people around me, to the fact that it was never just my fight. It

