Chapter 27

• “You conspired with my mother to steal from me,” his expression was unreadable, his voice devoid of any emotion.
• “Yes. I-I mean No,” I swallowed. My heart raced, I clasped my hands behind my back so he wouldn’t see that they shook. It had all been Luna Evelyn’s idea, but I had to face his wrath on my own. I’d never stolen a thing in my life, but I’d been accused once and it took months for the scar I received after a thorough beating to heal. I was only in middle school then, and even when the item I was accused of stealing was retrieved from the real thief, I didn’t get any apologies or compensation from the teacher who had designed my back with strokes.
• I clutched the table behind me and leaned against it for support. Goosebumps started to climb up my skin when he looked me over, head to toe, as if deciding what punishment to bestow on me.