The sharp crack echoed through the night.Noah stood frozen.He'd probably never imagined I would strike him.I backhanded him again.This one was for Father.He staggered back, his face flushed crimson."Elsa! Have you lost your mind?!"I stood in the courtyard, my expression dark, my voice cold as ice."You steal my things. You destroy Father's belongings. And you expect me to be grateful?""Noah — who gave you the right?"Humiliated and enraged, he shoved me into a stone pillar.My back hit the sharp edge of the stone pillar. My palm tore open; blood trailed down my hand in thin lines.Then a soft voice broke in."Please, don't blame Noah."Freya approached, eyes reddened, looking fragile and innocent."It's my fault. I didn't realize these things meant so much to you."She bent down, reaching for the shredded scraps of parchment."Don't touch them," I said, my voice cutting.She flinched as if startled, swaying on her feet.Noah immediately shielded her."You want to hurt Freya now
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