.TRIVIA’S POV.Cold chills ran down my spine hearing those words, whatever defiance I had, whatever walls I built. Whatever anger and energy and resilience I had before , they all cracked on the spot I let myself loose swinging forward on the rail standing back to my feets, the iciness of the tiles shot through my skin as I inched forward,I closed all the space between us, hating the god awful annoying grin still on his face.“Don't you dare lay a finger on Elliot, don't you dare …I can see that look in your eyes, you bloody devil. If you lay a finger on my brother, I'll...”“What?” He asked. Cutting into my words, pulling me closer, his arms wrapped behind my waist. I wouldn't mistake this for compassion or a joke impact. Maybe I felt fear for the first time in a long while; I worked twice as hard. Maintained all public appearances. acting as though I was the only child of my dead mother whom my father had married, and loved. All so elliot my poor brother, could stay in his he
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