LOGINClara stood frozen.Jason had just insulted her to her face, and Amara had somehow turned it into something noble.She couldn't move. As long as Clara could remember, she had followed Amara's lead. Whether Amara was right or wrong, Clara had gone along with it. Not just out of deference, but because Amara had always, eventually, been proven right. Clara had built a kind of faith around that certainty.But lately, she couldn't read her at all. Every decision landed somewhere none of them expected.Once or twice, she had told herself Amara was exhausted or carrying too much.However, she couldn't tell herself that anymore. This wasn't exhaustion. This wasn't the weight of responsibility producing some hidden wisdom she was too small to understand.Jason had said what he said. He had insulted their mother, and Amara had stood there making excuses for him.That was their mother too."Amara, have you lost your mind? If he had any feelings left for this family, for any of us, could h
Jason was suffering too, and Amara could see it up close.Clara arrived first, her voice already tight. "What do we want? Jason, you know Mother couldn't stand noise. You moved into the family villa without a word to any of us. Did you ever think about how we..."She had been about to say, "Did you ever think about how badly we're doing?" But there were too many eyes in the room, so she swallowed the words."Did you ever think about whether we were family?" she asked instead.Jason started to answer, but Amara got there first and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't listen to Clara. You've had a hard time lately. I know that."She meant it as comfort, but Jason took it like a match to gunpowder.He shoved Amara backward, nearly knocking her off balance. "You came here to pity me? A hard time? If it weren't for your family, would I be in any of this?"He turned to Clara and let loose. "Who the hell is family to you? Your mother was not my mother. Don't call us family. Open your
Jason released the women on either side of him and rose to his feet, a smile fixed on his face that revealed nothing. "Well, well. If it isn't my sisters. You actually came."Amara frowned, her tone sharp and instinctive. "Jason, what do you think you're doing? Do you have any idea where you are?"Among the sisters, there had always been a few who enjoyed a lively gathering. Freya, now lying unconscious, had been the most social of them all. She had friends everywhere.The villa was large and occupied one of the most prominent locations in Silverton. By all logic, her crowd should have been exactly the sort of people who would want to gather there.Yet parties at the Chamberlain villa were few and far between. Freya's friends had always preferred to rent venues elsewhere.Even the sisters' own birthday celebrations rarely brought guests inside the villa.The engagement party had filled the courtyard outside, but the interior of the house had remained empty.It wasn't a matter of
Clara and the others didn't recognize the man at the gate, but his appearance told them enough: multicolored hair, ear piercings, studded jeans. He looked like one of the thugs Jason used to run with back on Streamster Street.He had approached the gate with a sour expression. The moment he noticed several women standing there, his entire demeanor changed.He swung the gate open wide and reached out to throw an arm around the nearest one. "Finally. Took you long enough. Come in, come in."Clara gave him a light shove. He went down anyway and stayed there.The sisters exchanged glances."He's not going to try to shake us down, is he?" Hilda instinctively took a step back. She had her reasons.Clara's clothes had sold for a decent amount, nearly as much as Giana's jacket had fetched, enough to keep them properly fed for a while. But during one of her job-hunting trips, Hilda had misjudged a shared bicycle and clipped a pedestrian.She could have sworn the bike had barely been movi
Clara and the others were dragged all the way to the Chamberlain villa. They stood at a distance, looking up at it where it sat on the hillside.Something shifted inside all of them at once.Too much had happened within those walls. Places and objects had a way of reaching into the parts of a person that remained soft, no matter how much everything else hardened.The sisters were still standing, but every familiar thing that had once surrounded them was gone.None of them had ever imagined leaving this place. It had been their home, the place they had quietly assumed would shelter them for the rest of their lives. Every building, every plant, and every patch of garden bore their touch.Even the most unremarkable stones along the path had their place, something to fidget with on a slow afternoon, something to rearrange when boredom set in.They had been the ones who decided where everything went, and this place had answered to them. It carried the Chamberlain name. In both law and
How exactly had they wronged Oscar? What form had that harm taken?The sisters were surviving on plain pasta and rationing their cheese. If this was Oscar's punishment, then they already understood they had been wrong. So why had it not ended?She watched Elara stick out her tongue at her before following Helena through the villa gate without a backward glance.Something in Diana's chest felt as though it were being sliced apart.Oscar had gone too far. He was the Draconox Archon. There was no shortage of people eager to flatter him and compete for his attention.Without the family holding him back, he was not the one living like this. The sisters were. Without the family name, they had nothing left to rely on. Was that not punishment enough?Before she could finish the thought, the villa gate swung open again.George stepped out carrying a wide broom and swung it toward her without even looking. "What is this trash doing at my front gate? Stay right there, and I'll sweep you aw
"Fine. You can protect it now. Let's see how long you last." Wyatt ordered, "Move on to the next one!"The excavator swung around and turned toward another grave: Calvin's."Start digging!" Wyatt barked. "Let them see what happens when you miss the relocation deadline. Not even your family is safe
Oscar looked at them both.George and Helena were honest people to the core. They had taken him in because he seemed to need it. Now that they knew what he was, their first instinct was to worry about the gap between them, about becoming a burden."I want you both to come because of something self
Pumpkin pie was her favorite. She almost called Polly over to ask what was different, but stopped herself.The last thing she needed was to hear Polly say it was because of Oscar. She refused to let that man take up any more space in her head.…After hanging up on Amara, Oscar lay back on the be
Nancy's last line stopped Amara cold.Melvin Hester was a senior figure in the police department. He had looked after the Chamberlains during Arthur's lifetime, and after Arthur's death, he had only grown closer to them. Now he was not answering his phone."Maybe it's too early. Try again in a bit







