He looked like he was on the verge of coming undone, like his whole world was crashing at his feet and he didn't know what to do. He stared at Alexander, who was still on the ground, his eyes wide and his hands shaking. His mouth opened, but no words came out. All he just did was stare. And then he turned that look to me, and that panic and fear turned to rage.

“Haven't you done enough?” he scowled, his shaking hands balling into fists. “Are you still not satisfied?”

My mouth dropped open. “Me? You were the–”

“And there he goes blaming everybody but himself,” Alexander said, placing...