The rain hammered the warehouse roof like a thousand angry fists, matching the storm ripping through my chest as I shoved the heavy door open and faced them head on.
"You all knew," I said, my voice cutting through the space like a blade. Water streamed off my clothes onto the concrete floor. "Every single one of you."
Damien stood near the old metal table, his arms crossed tight over his chest, jaw set like he was bracing for a fight. Jax leaned back against a stack of crates, hands shoved in his pockets, eyes flicking away from mine. Ezra perched on the worn arm of the couch, fingers tapping nervously on his knee.
"Avery, hold on a second," Damien said, taking one step forward but stopping when he saw my face. "What exactly did Victor say at the hospital? You look ready to tear this p
