“She needed a trim. She’s being dramatic.”
Evelyn tried to speak. Her words barely escaped her fear. “She—she grabbed me,” she whispered, almost inaudible. “She wouldn’t stop.” Damian’s jaw tightened. He looked at Serena’s hand still holding the weapon. Then at his mother’s fragile wrist, marked where fingers had pressed too hard.
“Put that down,” Damian continue reading …
