"Or what?" I said, my chin held high. "Y'all will kill me like you did my grandmother? Go ahead! I dare you! Get it over with! You want to take your revenge for my father’s crime? Fine! Kill me too so you can finally have peace! Kill me so your sister can finally get her happy ending!"
"That's enough!" Damon roared, pulling me back. "All of you, stop! This is not the time or the place for this. Kiara's grandmother is dead. We need to find out what happened, not point fingers at each other."
He turned to me, his eyes softening. "I know you're hurting, Kiara. I am too. But we can't just blame people without any proof."
"What proof do you want, Damon?" I said, pulling away from him. "The killer is standing right there, smiling like she just won the lottery! And you're asking for proof?"
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