father said. "Do whatever you pleas
you, though." His laugh sounded as ugly as his scarred face. Lydia felt irritate
bt I owe you," her father continued, "but I can definitely gi
tightly, filled with an
when we're home." He walked up to Lydia, smiled down at her, and asked, "Won't
ia wasn't fooled by his pitying face. If
he carriage," Cal
r hair, dragged her, and threw her in fron
Calenfield burst into loud laughter as
floor as the wheels bounced over the dirt road. Th
ly sold me to someone. You wer
p in her eyes and sp
eached over and wiped the tears away
tively soft. "Why are you crying? You are
n his scarred face ma
The touch felt exactly like her father's had. Nausea rose sharply in her t
and anger, Lydia spat
the spit off with the sleeve of his coa
rp scream tore from her throat. The pain was so intense it felt like he had disl
rowled, his voice low and venom
his rotten breath
d me
lably. Calenfield's face looked murderous, like he was ready t
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