Saige's [POV]

I stare up at the ceiling, my ears still ringing from the roar coming from somewhere downstairs.

She's nothing.

I don't think I need two guesses to work out who Dariel was talking about.

Maybe not even one guess. I know.

Me.

What have I done to make him hate me enough that he thinks I'm nothing?

A soft knock on the bedroom door has me sitting up, tugging the sheets up to cover me, and making certain sore parts of my body tingle with awareness.

I ...