Alexander's POV

Brittany's calm is worse than screaming.

She lies there. Watching me. Waiting for my answer.

The apple sits between us. Untouched.

"I..." I set down the knife. "What was I supposed to do? He's just a child, Brittany. A confused child."

"You're wrong."

Her voice is flat. Cold. Not angry. Not sad. Just factual.

"He's not a child. He's Rachel's weapon."

The words hit ...