He clears his throat and speaks first. “I am trying to think of a decent reason why you’d want to help Finn,” he says, voice steady. “He broke an arm, not his spine. He has Delilah. If you think he needs help, it can be arranged—without you being there. So what’s the problem? Is there something else I should know about your incessant need to save him?”
I open my mouth to argue, but nothing comes out.
Because he’s right.
I don’t have to be there.
But I need to be. Because despite everything, I still feel guilty for cutting him off. Finn doesn’t keep friends. He has acquaintances, followers, yes—but not real people who show up. Except me. And Delilah.
And then… there’s the other reason.
“He’s calling everyone in my family,” I say quietly. “And I have to make him stop. The only way I ca
