“Get up,” Russel commanded.

His brothers grudgingly got back to their feet. Each one stared at him with so much intense hatred that Lola could almost feel it. It was like heat wafting outward from a fire. She stood next to the throne, not saying a word and still trying to recover from the emotional train wreck she’d just been through. Every time she closed her eyes, she could see his father savagely beating Russel. She could see the swollen, caved-in mess of his face. The opened ...