I pushed through the doors of the packhouse, my heart racing. The air inside was thick with tension. Sara's voice, sharp and wounded, echoed down the hall, and I could hear Adonis, his booming tone rising and falling like he was trying to get a handle on his emotions. But that was the problem—he never could when it came to Sara.

“You are banished and I don’t want a daughter like you. I already have one.” Adonis’ voice came through.

"Why, Adonis?" I heard her shout. "Why was it always her?"

I rushed forward, finding them in the main room, facing off like two storms about to collide. Sara’s face...