Saoirse
“No… no, Jennie can’t know,” I gasp, my chest rising and falling like I just ran miles. My brain is screaming, She knows. She knows about me and Cyrus.
What will she say when she finds out we’re step-siblings? The scandal will eat me alive.
Mother grabs my hand, her grip way too calm for the chaos burning inside me.
“You have to chill out—”
“Let go! You know nothing!” I snap, yanking my hand from her. My voice cracks, but I don’t care. I need air. I need him.
I bolt out of the room, heart pounding, but then—bam— I crash straight into a wall of muscle. Cain.
His hands catch me instantly, strong, grounding. “Saoirse, are you okay?” His voice is low, rough, like he’s been waiting for me. His fingers curl around my wrist, holding me there as if I might vanish.
“Things are so f*
