No one spoke.
Atleast Not immediately.
The words hung there, heavy and unreal.
"I'm sorry," Lucas said finally, his voice sharp. "You want who?"
Zane didn't repeat himself. He didn't need to. He was still looking at me, calm as ever, like he hadn't just dropped a match into a room full of gasoline.
I felt every pair of eyes turn toward me. Ivy's. My brothers'.Even my grandfather's, though his was slower, more measured.
"I think there's been a misunderstanding," my grandfather said. His tone was controlled, but there was an edge to it now. "The arrangement was for Ivy."
"I know," Zane replied. "That was the arrangement."
Noah pushed off the bookshelf. "You don't just walk in here and change the rules."
Zane finally looked away from me and turned his attention to Noah. "I can. And I just did."
Lucas stood up.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor. "You don't get to say her name like that," he said. "Not in this house."
