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~Kael's POV
She ran.
Her dress fluttered behind her like a broken flag as she stumbled out of the garden, her eyes wide and full of shame. Weak. Scared. Like she always was.
I didn't even try to stop her. Just leaned back and laughed.
"What a waste of a whimper," I said, shaking my head. "You'd think she'd be used to it by now."
Ramon burst into laughter beside me, stretching out his legs like he owned the world. "You saw her face? I thought she was going to faint."
"She almost tripped over the vines," Damon added, lifting his wine glass, the rim catching the sunlight as he smirked. "Would've been funnier if she fell flat on her face."
I couldn't help the grin that crept onto my lips. "Next time," I said coolly, "maybe we should push her. Let's see if she can cry and bleed at the same time."
