HAZEL
The world had gone quiet.
Not the kind of quiet where you could hear yourself think. The kind where every whisper felt like a shout. Where every eye that landed on me burned through my skin.
My hand throbbed. The broken one. Pain shot up my arm in waves but I barely felt it. I couldn't feel anything except the weight of what had just happened. What I'd just lost.
The recording. That damned recording.
Alpha Julius stood near the doorway. He hadn't moved since my father dropped to his knees. His arms were still crossed. His expression was still carved from ice.
Father knelt there on the tiles. On the blood. His knees had caught some of the glass. I watched it bleed. As his blood and Fia's mixed together in some sick metaphor I didn't want to think about.
