Sage lost control.
For a moment, she stood frozen in the middle of the sitting room, staring at her father as his threat settled over her like a noose. Ethan. He had dragged her brother into this, using the one person she would willingly walk into hell to protect as leverage against her.
Something inside her snapped.
“Don't you fu.cking touch Ethan!” Sage shouted, stepping toward Victor. “I dare you. Touch one hair on his head, and I promise you will discover just how vicious I can be. I'm tired of your blackmail, Dad. I'm tired of you treating people like they're pieces on a chessboard, and I'm especially tired of you thinking you can threaten my brother whenever I refuse to do what you want.”
Victor watched her with an expression that was almost amused.
Sage's hands shook at her sid
