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It’s then I see him.
Angry Seth.
My muscles tremble.
“Get inside.” He points a finger at me. “Go to your room and don’t come down until dinner.” He moves his finger to Dylan. “And you get your ass back in there and finish your fucking work. I’ll deal with you both when I stop seeing red.” He stomps his booted foot over the joint and twists, destroying it.
Dylan doesn’t say a word, just gives a curt nod and heads back into the gym.
“What are you still standing here for?” Seth turns his black eyes on me.
“I… it wasn’t his fault.” I try to run interference, but the flare of his nostrils suggests I shouldn’t.
“Did he give it to you?” he asks.
“I asked him.”
“I don’t care. Did he give it to you?”
I’d really like to not answer him.
“Then it’s his own fault.” He points to the house. “Go. I don’t want to see your ass until Lucas calls you down for dinner.”
I nod, too afraid to speak again, and run to the house.
Dinner?
How am I supposed to eat with that threat hanging over my head?
CHAPTER 13
Seraphina
“Pizza again?” Colt settles into the long table between Doc and Alexander.
“Seth didn’t cook tonight.” Lucas hands Colt a paper plate from the pile beside the extra-large pizza. “And no one else was in the mood to do it, either.” He frowns.
Colt pauses a moment. “Did you get news?”
“We’ll talk about it later.” Lucas gives me a pointed look and I dip my eyes away.
The pizza goes untouched on my plate. I’m not putting anything in my stomach, not with the thickness of the air twisting it into knots.
“Something happen today I should know about?” Colt follows Lucas’ stare and meets my eyes.
“Dylan.” Seth’s voice booms from above. All six of us turn to see Seth at the railing outside his bedroom. His hands grip the railing so hard his knuckles have gone white.
Much like Dylan’s face.
I lean toward him, my hand out, but Alexander grabs my wrist and gently pushes it down. He gives a little shake of his head. Don’t interfere. That’s the message.
Lucas’ eyes have another message. You’ve done enough today, don’t make it worse.
Dylan’s chair scrapes along the floor as he pushes away from the table. The sound gets sucked into the vacuum of silence.
His soft brown eyes meet mine as he walks past me.
I can’t just let him go up there to be punished.
