Chapter 13

• “What the fuck are you doing?” Elvis thundered, walking into the room.
• Emerson had been unable to stop, and Elvis had seen him come undone. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, heart pounding uncontrollably fast and this time it wasn’t because of William—well a part of it was.
• Words failed him as he gazed stupidly at his older brother. Crap, this was it! He was done. He was sure of it. Elvis was going to tell his father, and he was going to kill him.