Chapter 81

• "Stan, please." My voice cracked as I rose slowly, hands raised.
• "You don't have to do this. Whatever he promised you, whatever you think this fixes — we can talk, we can find another way—"
• "We can what, Candice?” he cut me off and scoffed. “Buy me off with a seat on some board I already own by blood?" Stan's finger tightened visibly on the trigger, and Seth didn't flinch as he watched his uncle with an expression so full of despair.