The silence was thick.
Weak. Vulnerable. Exposed. I was all three of those, and I hated it.
I reached for my knife, and as soon as I felt it, everything off balance centered again.
“Were you going to kill him?” Channing asked.
I’d expected the question from Cross, so I looked over. He already knew.
I turned to my brother. “Yes.”
He nodded once. He didn’t say anything, but I caught a darkness in my brother, one that I saw in the mirror, one that scared me to my core at times.
It was the firefly, but there was a different glint to it in him. A murderous glint.
He reached out to touch my arm, but turned to his crew members. “We need to talk to the rest of the active crews, get them filled in on what’s happening at the school.”
My head reared back. “I thought you weren’t going to get
