Dylan's POV
Food is placed on the dining table. Vanessa, Miley, and I are all seated there. I pick up my fork and begin eating, keeping my eyes down, trying to pretend like everything’s normal. Vanessa follows suit quietly. But then Miley suddenly slams her hand against the table, making both of us jump.
“What the hell is your problem?” I snap, startled. The outburst jars something sharp inside me.
She’s been throwing tantrums ever since that day—the day I pulled the guards from her door and told them to unlock it. She still hasn’t forgiven me for it. I can see it in her eyes, in the way she glares at me like I’m her enemy.
“If you’re not hungry then—” I start to say, but before I can finish, Miley shoves the plates in front of her off the table. They crash to the floor, splattering f
