MELANIEMy father opened his mouth to respond when the front door suddenly opened, and Reynold walked in. He stopped in the doorway, his hand still on the knob, and stared at the scene in front of him. I was still sitting on the floor, my hair a mess, my clothes rumpled, looking like I had just finished a wrestling match, which, in a way, I had.“Uhm… I’m sorry to intrude,” he said slowly, like he was debating whether to turn around and leave. His eyes darted from me to my father to Cassandra, who was still coughing dramatically.“Reynold,” Dalton beamed, his voice shifting into that smooth politician tone I hated so much. “You aren’t intruding. In fact, you came at the perfect time.” He glanced at me, and I narrowed my eyes at him. What game was he playing now? “I think you should take Melanie out. She needs to cool down.”Reynold’s gaze landed on me again. He rushed to my side as I pushed myself to my feet, brushing dust off my clothes.“I don’t need to go anywhere to cool down,” I
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