Kane
The house was too quiet.
That quiet where you could hear the storm outside, the wind battering against the windows like it was trying to claw its way in. The kind of quiet that made every thought in my head echo louder than it should.
I stood in the hallway, staring at the pictures lining the wall.
I couldn't stop thinking about Frankie. What was I supposed to say? That we were sorry? That we'd been wrong? That we'd failed her in every way that mattered?
My brothers flanked me; their silence was as heavy as mine. Kruel leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. Kaos paced, his footsteps muffled by the worn carpet but still grating against my nerves.
"This is pointless," Kruel muttered, his voice low and sharp. "Standing here li
