Chapter 8

Fat tears soaked through Ethan Caldwell's shirt—a trick Chloe Beaumont had used a hundred times before. And every time, Ethan had taken her side. This time, the man before me still reached out his hand—but just before it touched Chloe's back, he froze. "Emily." A hand covered my eyes from behind. Caleb Wyatt stood like a guardian, his voice low and steady as he whispered, "Don't be afraid." For those few seconds of darkness, I didn't see what happened next—but I heard it. Ethan shoved...