DAMI’S POV

Alexa’s voice stopped me just as my foot touched the first step of the staircase.

“Dami.. please.” Her tone was small, like she already knew how this would go. “My brother didn’t do what they’re saying. Axel would never do that.”

I didn’t turn. If I looked at her, I was afraid everything boiling inside me would spill over.

“Alexa,” I said, my voice flat, “I’m not doing this with you. I told your brother to leave. I meant it.” I finally looked at her ...