“Kinney,” Dad says a quiet reprimand, his hand still on her shoulder. “What?” She twists her head to him. “It’s true, Dad. She has to be upset about Donnelly. I just know something happened, and we’re just going to do nothing?! Let’s hunt him down.” No. “Threaten his stupid mortal life and the lives of his future ugly children.” No. “That’s the least we could do—” No! I splinter open. “He didn’t do anything except want to be with me!” I shout with everything inside my heart, my throat searing and scratched.
