Asher froze. Slowly, his head turned toward his father. “Dad?”
The silence in the room was louder than any scream.
Dennis didn’t flinch, but his jaw flexed hard. “Get her out of here, Asher.”
“No.” Asher said, low and steady, a dangerous edge in his tone. “Not until you explain.”
The tension between father and son felt like a wire pulled too tight. My chest hurt from holding my breath.
And then Amy laughed.
Low, dark, rolling through the room like smoke.
“Oh.” She said, almost purring. “This is going to be fun.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed closer to her, my shoes slamming against the wooden floor. “Enough games. Tell me what you know. Now!”
Her eyes locked onto mine, sharp as knives. “You think you’re ready for the truth? You think you can handle it?”
“Yes.” I spat.
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