The sight of the man I care for physically restraining my half-sister against the wall makes my stomach churn with a sickening wave of revulsion, but the sheer violation of her breaking into our home overrules everything else. This is the end. The final, brutal fracture.
I reach out, my fingers trembling as I force her white-knuckled fist open. She tries to bite my hand, snapping her teeth toward my fingers, but Locke tightens his grip on her wrist with a low warning growl, forcing her to cry out in pain.
“Don’t you f*****g dare,” Locke warns her, his voice absolute ice. “Do not snap at her.”
I pry the cold, silver key from her palm. It feels heavy, a physical manifestation of her betrayal.
“Check her pockets,” Locke repeats, his chest heaving against her back as he holds her completel
