Spencer
The only thing stopping Terrence from killing me is the fact that I'm driving. We're almost where we need to be at.
I can tell he wants to say something to me—to put a bullet through my temple. He's unabashed as he stares at the side of my face. I am no longer the disgraced brother—the brother with weird tendencies, the one who never developed any feelings for anyone or anything. He knows the way Blythe thinks. He knows why she gravitates to me. She has seen what he has been blind to all along.
I am a feeling thing. A thing with emotions. A thing that is capable of winning over what he has been vying for all along. A thing that has moved above and beyond being a born-and-raised killing machine.
And he hates me for it.
I can't say I entirely blame him.
I drive slow, the f
