Alyssa

"Big brother, can you pass the salt?" My voice is laced with artificial sweetness, dripping with sarcasm. We're all seated around the table, a thick, toxic cloud of tension hanging in the room. Even Sebastian hauled ass after serving our plates.

Gray's shock, anger, and betrayal are written all over his face as he slams the salt shaker down in front of me.

"Thanks," I mutter, forcing a smile that feels more like a grimace.

"Hey Zuri, let's go upstairs and play ...