The Guardian. He was laughing. His silver eyes flashed white like lightning, and the smirk on his mouth stretched. Jackass. Margot gasped. Father’s jaw clenched. Damn. I guess I’d said that out loud. Well, he was a jackass for laughing. I opened my mouth, not to apologize but to say it again, this time more clearly, but a slice of my father’s hand through the air brought back that crushing silence.
