“Your daughter wants you out, so you’re out,” Britta said to him calmly. “And if you come back, we’ll rip the skin from your bones.” She led him out of the house, and her friends disappeared with her. The door slammed shut and Max let out a sigh. She didn’t know how Charlie did this on a daily basis. Maintain order. Honestly, it would have been easier just to make a run for it or lay waste to everyone in a five-mile radius. Illegal but easier. Oh, and . . . yeah . . . morally wrong.
