Linnea laughed dryly at her father's words and leaned casually against the door.
"Consequences? You're about to lecture me about consequences as if you're Father of the Year?"
"I'm about to teach you what it means to be a member of this group because you're 17 and you should know better than to act the way you did. At your age we should have seen that as an act of cruelty and betrayal rather than a childish mistake deserving of forgiveness and compassion."
"So, throw me out. I'd rather take my chances alone than stand here listening to this s**t; I don't want to learn what it means to be a member of a group of rejects."
Jonas ran his hands through his hair in frustration, and Linnea glanced uncomfortably at the dressing on his abdomen.
She knew it was partly down to her, and she ha
