Prichard's got too much to lose. He can't touch us.''Can anyone?' Penn wonders aloud, just as Trent's door opens from the other side. Dean whistles for him to get outside, swinging my baseball bat and parking it over his shoulder.'Maybe God,' I answer curtly.'Even that's debatable.' Dean snickers.

Love. Four letters can't cover what I feel for Daria Followhill. They seem too trivial, too small, too overused.

It started with a lemonadeAnd ended with my heartThis, my pretty reckless rival, is how ourscrewed-up story starts

What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?''To save me all your firsts,

I can look at her face all fucking day. I wish it were a legit job so I could make money doing it. I would put in all the extra hours and become a billionaire within a year.

He pulls me into a hug. A rarity I know not to take for granted when it comes to Vaughn. I bury my face in his chest and let myself crumple, feeling my bones shaking inside my body.

Choose your sister.''Sir?''Choose her. Don't choose Daria. You'll end up giving her less than she deserves. And my daughter deserves everything. Not half of it. Not a quarter. And definitely not messy. Let her go. Unless, of course...' He pauses, cocking his head to examine my expression. I don't breathe.'Unless?''You love Daria. Then I do not allow you, under any fucking circumstances, to break both your hearts because Sylvia still holds a grudge.

I feel a brush over my arm where Penn stood just a second ago. It's Knight. And next to Knight stands Vaughn.'Cole?' Gus twists his lips, glowering. 'What the fuck?'Knight clasps a hand on my shoulder, hitching a shoulder up while lighting a joint.'The fuck is, you don't fuck with my family and integrity and assume you get out of it in one piece. Or, you know, at all.

I've loved you in secret, and I've loved you openly in front of both our worlds, and if you think I'll stop loving you if you put an ocean between us, you're dead wrong.