Tabitha’s POV
My fingers tighten around the railing. The closer we get to the shore, the louder my heart pounds against my chest. And somehow the voice inside my head is screaming to jump off the yacht and swim as far away as possible. Because I know that whatever is waiting for me on land can’t be anything good.
Not with the deep scowls stretched across my stepbrothers’ faces.
Why do I feel so guilty when I didn't do anything wrong?
“Looks like you’ve got the whole band waiting for you,” Arthur notes, nodding toward the shore.
I hum a quiet response but say nothing more. He can see what I see, but he doesn’t know what those looks mean. Oh, it clearly spells trouble, alright.
The yacht glides across the water and slows to a smooth stop against the dock. The lake laps gently at the wo
