CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Spilling Over“He what?” Tane jerked backward and an expression of pure rage slid across his face. “He did what?”
Leilah swallowed, out gunned by the testosterone surrounding her. She couldn’t look at the boys’ expressions, frightened of what she might see there. Anger. Guilt? Did one of them kill Malcolm? One in particular with a perfect motive? “Keep your voice down!” she hissed, glancing around at classmates socialising or playing games on the field. Miriama hung nearby as always, her gaze burning through the side of Leilah’s head like acid. Her gaggle of spiteful friends orbited her.
Tane threw his sandwich into his lunch box, appetite gone. Vaughan studied her with a blank expression which hid his emotion, a mask he’d perfected over the years. But his fingers tugg
