I twist around and see Grey walking toward us. My fists curl again. I don’t want to do any of this. I just want to go back to him, wrap myself around him, stay pressed against his chest until the world shuts up. Frustration eats away at me, and I suck in a breath, trying to keep it down.
Grey’s not the problem. Our parents are. They’re the ones who messed this up, adopting another daughter, turning us into rivals. And that b***h Sara thinks she’s winning just because she can easily provoke me.
I don’t know what Grey says to Miles, but when he climbs into the car, his face is tight. He starts the engine and rolls us out of the compound without a word.
“What?” I ask when the silence starts to itch. “What did Grey say? You look like shit.”
“Oh, thanks. And you look...” He glances at my sm
