Kieran
I’m fighting the urge to wrap my hands around something and squeeze.
There’s a venomous heat winding its way up inside me. It’s a different kind of rage.
I breathe in and out through my nose, my eyes pressed shut.
“Say that again.” I say, unsure of whether or not I’d heard her correctly.
“Oh, Kieran,” Mom sighs, “Don’t be dramatic. We’ve discussed this.”
“We’ve discussed nothing.” I seethe, my eyes shooting open. Vivien pales beside me, and mentally, I slap myself. Hating how my outburst is making her retreat.
But I can’t put a lid on my temper. It’s hot, and violent. The anger bubbling inside me.
“Don’t play dumb, Kieran.” Mom says, “You and I both know what is expected of you.”
And then her intentions hit me. Subtly, my gaze cuts to Vivien standing on the side. She lo
