gged their injured leader and sprinted out of the par

mpty asphalt. The metallic s

out a wild whoop and ran toward Das

eavy bag, using it as a shield. Cody slam

"That roundhouse kick! Did you secretly

d him. Her e

, rhythmic sound. A soft sniffle. It was coming from t

bag and moved silently toward the vehicle, h

s mouth, terrified that ano

and peered behind th

maybe seven years old. He wore a pristine, tailored

nsole to his chest. Tears streamed down his chubby

nished. She let out a slow breath, re

. The console slipped from his hands

ee, bringing her eyes level with

nd picked up the console. The screen showed a

r. Within ten seconds, the boss exploded

e console bac

he softened her raspy voice, making it

up at Dasia's sharp, handsome face. The fear in

, wiping his nose with his expensive sleeve. "You

action of a second at the ment

said. "Go home. I

ed to wa

lamped down on the f

Landon was gripping her clothe

er went to get coffee and I wandered off. Can you take me

back, mouthing, No! Don't go over there! The e

dden memory hit her-her brother Gerald, crying in

r chest. The ice around her

ia sighed.

lf to her side, his small shou

Cody. "Go home.

r argument. Cody nodded

the massive iron gates of the elite academy. The

about how amazing his older brother was

her pockets, offering on

sports car sped around the c

collar and yanked him hard against her side, shi

of laundry detergent. He looked up at Dasia's sharp jawline, comp