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The door slammed shut and the silence that followed was deafening.
The covers bunched around my trembling frame. The wound on my palm had closed up and the blood was already drying.
My wrist throbbed from his grip, but I barely felt it.
"Just because your old man is gone…"
His words carved pain through me.
My father was gone.
A sob clawed up my throat and I swallowed it down. I would not cry. Not here, and especially not with these servants watching.
They hadn't moved yet. They stood pressed against the walls like statues, their faces drained of colour, and their eyes were fixed on me with naked terror.
Good.
Let them be afraid.
Dark vicious thoughts consumed my mind, and I didn't push it away. I clutched my hands to my chest.
The pain inside would not go away.
And now…
