THE TIPPING POINT.

THEO’S POINT OF VIEW. “Oh, please, you’re whipped.” Killian snickers at Lucien as they go back and forth about Sloane. “Yes, and so? You’re gonna understand when you actually like someone other than yourself.” I opened my mouth to but in, but my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pull it out to see a notification about a text message from my father. That’s odd…. Father never texts me. With a frown, I tap the notification to see that it’s a picture. My heartbeats thunder against my ribcage as I wait for it to download. For some reason, I’m filled with an ominous feeling…it’s like my entire nervous system feels like something’s up, and I won’t be able to take it. The full image downloads, so I click on it. It was her. Seraphina. She was standing in a spot close to the school parking lot with him. My father’s hand rested too close to her arm, his shadow stretching over her like he owned her. She was smiling—barely, but enough to make bile claw up my throat. Fear and dread claw up my throat