' s nurse wheeled him into the kitchen. He was the family patriarch, Eth
s twisted in horror. He saw the blood on the floor
ped, his voice thin and pape
r closer. He reached out a tre
ease. He doesn't know wha
ther half, had been skinned and burned. The bond that ha
I said, my voice cold and empty.
"No... you can' t. The wells... the
the price
e shirt stained with mud and something darker. He looked from his gran
over to me. "What lies have you been telling?
me to my feet. The sudden movement sent a j
"Jealous of Maria, jealous of our baby. You couldn't give m
The pious saint? The woman who swore to my
, shaking me. "Better than a bar
of my alligator's life fading away. The power inside me churned, a hurricane waiting to be un
oved me away. I stumbled backward
he sneered. "Living in my house, spendi
ave choked on it. He had no idea
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