Emily’s POV

The rain was everywhere. In my hair, in my eyes, soaking through my clothes like a second skin. The wind howled so loud it felt like the whole world was screaming, but nothing was louder than the storm inside me. My pulse pounded in my ears, my breathing was uneven, and my body ached from the bruises and cuts Mateo had left on me.

But none of that mattered.

Because right now, all I saw was my father’s blood on Mateo’s hands.

His grip on my arm was tight, his fingers pressing into my already sore skin as he dragged me toward the edge of the cliff. My...