“Nina, what are you doing?!”
Evelyn covered a hand over her mouth in shock and rushed up to grab me.
“You stay out of this!” Marcus barked.
Then his eyes swung to Liam, sharp as blades.
“Let him speak.”
But Liam just stood there with his head tilted, my handprint blazing red across half his face, saying nothing.
Was he actually feeling guilty?
I drew in a deep breath and forced a twisted smile. “You know why I dislocated my left hand first when I ran? Because I needed my right hand free to hit you. Liam, how much do you have to hate me to set me up like this?”
My words echoed sharply through the hall.
Everyone stared at me in shock—then at Liam.
Liam was my brother, after all. How could he possibly harm me?
Luna Evelyn staggered to her feet, trembling. “No, that’s impossible. Ni
