Jordan POV
My eyes were still watering when I let myself into the house, stopping dead in my tracks as the living room light went on and my father and Stella stood there, arms folded across their chests, a displeased expression on their faces. Evidently, they had been informed about Sarah’s confinement in the dungeon for her actions and they weren’t happy about it. It wasn’t my fault, I wanted to cry, but I doubted it would do any good. I bit the inside of my cheek, my legs stinging, despite the numerous bandages that Luna Mary had considerately provided over the cuts and scrapes provided by the glass shards that had embedded themselves in my legs.
My father was the first to speak. “You just couldn’t help yourself could you” he said smarmily “You had to do everything you could to ruin y
