Griffin frowns, shaking his head. “It happened a few times. Not more.” Flynn sighs. “That’s because she was almost always with y—” I dart around Griffin and punch Flynn in the kidney. He grunts and stops talking, but it’s too late. Everyone knows what he was going to say. Griffin looks nauseatingly gleeful, and every member of his family suddenly has a hideous gleam in their eyes. I hate them all.
