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sical rage. For now. His gaze swept over me, a quick, dismissive inventory. His eyes had flickered to Bristol fi

an," he said, his voice fl

back, his voice muffled, "I was just

covered in bruises, it's the Mathews family name that looks weak.

his fear of our father. He muttered a curse, and his footsteps re

It wasn't a look of concern. It was a warning. "His

leaving me in the

Each breath was a sharp stab in my side. I shuffl

ady purpling on her cheekbone. But it was her eyes that held me. They were

was alone.

lright? Brennen can

flection in the mirror, her face once again a m

just held her ga

the coldness she saw there. A flicke

out a small ceramic pot. "I brought you some healing

. It was for the trouble

s a dry rasp. "I do

ir. The sweet smile

ropping to a venomous whisper. "Do you really think

ittering with malice. "You're the one being shipped off to marry that crippled mo

, designed to inflict maximum pain. A

ed the cold

ch my own bruised lips. It wa

you smiling at? You wolfless freak

y voice quiet but steady. "You think you've e

y mind. Bristol, older, in a lavish room, her face bruised fa

just traded one cage for a prettier one. You'll run from the

struck a nerve, a hidden fear she must have ha

her hand

d shot out, my grip clumsy and

eyes. The look in them. The absolute absence of

ne. You and I. The bond of sisters is bro

wrist, shovin

mall wardrobe and began pulling out the plainest, most severe dress

d frozen, her face a ma