Nyx's POV
"I wish you were dead." The words came out as a whisper, but they cut deeper than any shout. "I wish it was you in the ground and Dad was still here."
I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't do anything except stare at my little brother and watch him hate me.
Warrick had been watching my face the entire time, studying my reaction like he was searching for cracks in my story. I felt his eyes on me, felt him analyzing every expression, every tear, every shattered piece of my breaking heart.
"Take him back," Warrick said quietly.
The guards grabbed Finn and dragged him toward the door. He didn't fight them, just kept staring at me with those hate-filled eyes until they pulled him out of sight.
The door closed and silence fell like a weight.
I sat there in my chains, star
