Marcel's POV“Sadie is dead. She's gone. They killed her," our mother Irina said, and I saw red. I didn't think — I just reached for her."Don't you ever say that," I roared, but Sam stepped in to shield her, and that was a grave mistake.I slammed Sam into the wall, my fists driving into his face, not stopping even as I heard bones crack and blood spread across my knuckles. My brothers grabbed at me, pulling me back.I did not care how bruised up I was, or how badly my body still ached from the explosion wounds on me, I felt like a madman right now. "Marcel, stop!" But I didn't. I was seething — how dare they say those words, that our Sadie was dead, gone. I couldn't believe it, and I would not believe it. Sadie was not dead.Blood roared through my veins, my pulse wild, and I was ready to destroy anyone who dared repeat those words to me.I couldn't believe it. No — I would never believe that our Sadie was gone. Never."You better bring her out now before I burn this place to the
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