“What?” I asked, looking at him through wide eyes.
For a long moment, I wondered if what he had said was just in my head.
He didn’t take his eyes off of me as he spoke. “I said you’re grounded from each other. I know you don’t care about anything else, so this will make you listen,” he said as he grabbed May’s arm to pull her away from me a few feet.
“You can’t do this,” I said, anger brewing in my veins at the sight.
In the back of my mind, I remembered back to the orphanage, when the Matron had had May punished in front of me. The thought made my heart pound against my ribs, and I was ready to fight tooth and nail to protect her.
“As your parents we can,” Masey said as she stood between me and May.
My look turned to her, and with it, all of my anger.
“Clara!” May called.
I looked
