“He didn’t make me cry, Mother,” Ariana said, her voice flat and weary. She walked to the kitchenette, needing distance, needing to do something with her hands. She filled a glass with water, the sound loud in the tense silence. “Oh, so he’s being nice now, is he?” Veronica’s laugh was harsh and grating. “That’s even worse! That’s how they get you, Ana. They lull you into a false sense of security. First, it’s a kind word, then it’s a touch, then….” “Stop it!” Ariana whirled around, the glass of water trembling in her hand. The dam broke. The exhaustion, the fear, the constant pressure, it all surged up, hot and furious. “Just stop it! You weren’t there! You don’t know what he’s like!” “I know what his father was like!” Veronica shot to her feet, her glass sloshing dangerously. “A snake! A liar! And Damien Voss is cut from the same rotten cloth! He’s playing with you, Ariana! He’s dangling that pathetic little company in front of you like a carrot, and you’re letting him lead you
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