Mercy POV

  “Fuck this, I’m not doing the dishes again, Killan can shove his stupid chore list right up his ass,” I muttered under my breath while slamming the kitchen door shut and stomping down the hallway toward the living room.

  My heart pounded hard in my chest from the rush of pulling off this little act of rebellion, but honestly, who gave a damn about that, he wasn’t my real brother anyway, just this uptight stepbrother who acted like he owned the whole place ever since our parents got hitched.

  I figured I was plenty old enough to blow off his dumb rules whenever the mood struck me, so...