BANE

FUCK NO, this was not happening. I clutched the phone more tightly against my ear, willing the rage to stay at bay. It was a fucking losing battle. I could feel it curling around my mind, demanding I protect what was mine. It had happened that night I beat my father to within an inch of his life after he’d hit my mom for the final time, and it was happening now too.

“Are you in there yet?” I barked, then cursed myself for yelling. Wren was worried. I heard it in her voice. I was so fucking glad she called me instead of brushing off her suspicions even...