Miguel’s P.O.V
A warm glow descended from the chandelier that dangled from the dark mural ceilings, casting golden light over the library. Despite the silence that engulfed the space except for the consistent flipping of book pages by Beta Cam, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions as fury clashed against fury, knotting my stomach.
Again, my sister was reduced to the worst version of herself today and I hated that my once vibrant sister lost herself because of Flynn.
It was my fault.
I should have protected her better.
If I’d known that she was dating Flynn then, I would have killed that i***t before things got complicated.
I twirled the arrow with dried blood crusted on it, eyes dropping to the phone on the table. He dared to send a text to me, apologizing and demanding to know h
