Kestrel's POV
I'm supposed to be in my bed sleeping but instead I'm in a moving car, going to god knows where and listening to my brothers giggle like idiots. The sound makes my skin crawl because I know that laugh. That's the sound they make when they're doing something cruel, something they know will hurt me.
I'm at the backseat so I strain to sit up properly and look at the time displayed in the mirror frame of the car. It's 11:55 pm. Five minutes to midnight. .
I try to move but my legs and hands are tied with thick rope that digs into my skin. The realization of what's happening hits me like ice water and I groan, yelling out the first thing that comes to mind.
"You stupid sons of bitches!"
My eldest brother turns around from the passenger seat and laughs, his face twisted with a
