EMBER’S POV
I flinch despite myself, turning my face away from the c*****e, and Knox’s arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest.
“Don’t look,” he murmurs into my hair. “They’re psychopaths.”
But I can still hear it. The wet sounds of blood dripping onto the floor. The raw, animal screams tearing from Gale’s throat.
The horrible calm of Harrison’s voice cutting through it all like a blade.
“That,” Harrison says, “was for disappointing me. For soiling the family name with your perversions and your weakness. For being so pathetic that you couldn’t even keep your wife in line without resorting to violence that left evidence.” He leans closer to Gale, close enough that his son’s blood spatters across his pristine white shirt. “And this — this is for being a disgrace. A f
