(BLACKWOOD’S ISLAND)

Franklin stormed into the mansion with heavy, furious footsteps that echoed angrily against the marble floor.

The front door slammed so hard behind him that one of the guards flinched. He didn’t care. His chest was burning and his head was pounding with emotions he couldn’t even name, be it anger, confusion, jealousy, fear, desperation, everything twisted together.

As expected, his mother was already waiting for him.

Delilah stood in the center of the ...