nna
en-year-old brother Ashton was curled into a tight ba
ight red blood from over a dozen crisscrossing welts on hi
twisted with spite, beside Bianca, whose left cheek was w
harp iron thorns in her hands, swinging it dow
o death! I will beat you to death, you little bastard!" Bianca shrieked
ying on her painted lips. "Hit him harder, Bianca. As long as you leave him with half a brea
arms folded across their chests, watching my brother g
Ashton bit down hard on his lower lip, refusing to be
raising the thorny club high above her head with both ha
landed on his head, Asht
, wiping out every thought in
plating could burn a wolf, but it did not burn my wolfless fingers. Pouring every ounce
t through Bianca's raised right wrist, pinning her f
hh
ing scream as the thorny cl
, I raised my boot and kicked a guard who tried to block my path
g, blood-soaked body into my arms. My hands shook violent
throat burned as if I had swallowed hot coals,
my face, he pulled his bloody lips into a weak smile. "
head rolled against my che
ry part of the stones, pulled off my outer vest
armella and Bianca, the blood in m
gaze, her hand flying to her chest b
sister inside the manor! Guards, grab her and break her leg
ng that I was just one woman, they pulled the short iron
usely as the silver plating burned her flesh, screaming hyste
d pulled out the dagger still stained with the d
out on these stones today," I said in a low voic
t in my eyes, the three guards froze in their tracks, non
n fury, snatched a leather whip from the hands of he
uable treasures from my bedroom, so I have every right as the la
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