As Blaze’s father, Neilson, shoved him into the car outside the police station, Blaze could feel the tight grip of his father’s fingers digging into his neck, the force of his anger pressing down on him. Neilson’s face was hard, his jaw clenched, and the silence between them was suffocating. Blaze stared out the window, swallowing the knot forming in his throat as his father drove recklessly through the streets, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
"What were you doing in Seraphina’s house?" Neilson’s voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and accusatory.
Blaze’s heart thudded in his chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. "She was drugged. We were helping her. Lucas, Felix, and I didn’t want to make a scene," he answered, keeping his tone even, though the tension in his b
