CHAPTER EIGHT
Orchestrating Disaster“Back off, ya little punk!” Tane bunched his giant fists and Leilah cringed.
“Leave it!” she begged. “Please, Tane!”
He glanced once at her before dropping his fists. Vaughan pushed her behind his back, shielding her with his outstretched arms to stop her intervening.
“Loser!” Malcolm’s brother brushed the tears from his cheeks, not caring that snot ran from his chin in rivulets and dripped onto his school shirt. “You all killed my brother and you’re gonna pay.”
Leilah held her breath and Vaughan’s arms swung back towards her, folding her into his spine so she couldn’t see. Kevin jabbed a finger in their direction. “He took your girlfriend, so you killed him. Everyone knows you did it.” His chest hitched, a pitiful, devastating sound.
“I didn’t,” T
