Chapter 7

Margaret thought she had found my Achilles' heel.

She thought she could threaten me by targeting my family.

Vincent's eyes lit up with hope again.

He looked at me like I was an opponent about to lose.

Henry was waiting for the show to start.

He was hoping we'd both tear each other apart so he could swoop in and pick up the pieces.

I stood at the doorway, my back to them.

I didn't turn around and chuckled softly.

It was barely audible, but it landed on them like a punch to the gut.

Margaret's expression darkened. "What's so…