I said, standing at the door of the Mayfair house with Isaac. “I never felt welcome here before; now things are just—”Isaac cupped my face in his hands, gently parting my lips with his own. “No one here will ever hurt you,” he said, slowly breaking the kiss. “And things are different now. In a good way; you’ll see.” He pulled away just inches from my face; the sweet smell of his breath only made me want to taste it longer.I knew things would be different all right, but I couldn’t imagine how they would be any better. I knew their secrets. My sister was their enemy. I was with Isaac, whom many of the girls were a little more than fond of. If anything, I was a threat.When we stepped inside, Isaac interlaced his fingers through mine and held my hand tight. Walking through the foyer, it was like going down a dark tunnel where at the end I would meet my doom. I heard voices in the den like a wave of whispers. The fireplace crackled from afar and the sound of footsteps in the upstairs rooms all shuffled to the same section of the house at once.
