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pine. I scraped together the last of my strength, fo
fragmented. "Please, Da
ed through the phone. It wa
his voice a smooth, practiced lie. "And you, for your dying brother, ha
t was the price he put
mance," he snapped, his tone that of
nt and hot against my cold skin. A performance. My enti
nto the phone. "Dante, I love you, p
lay, the most humiliating plea of all. I thought
s wr
snapped completely. His voice b
Elara, don't give you
ling back years of denial to rev
our obedience. And right now," he snarled
. I was his pet. A pretty thing he
er of light in
oke, was eerily calm. "So you won't s
med to infuriate him
rces and my time on someone
e's voice, the voice that had once whispered promises
die anyway, E
ne wen
iPhone slipped from my grasp, hitting the linoleum
ed out, his face a mask of sorrow. He di
, the jagged green line that was my brother's heartbea
a symbol of death, burned itself into my h
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