Victoria’s POV“Victoria,” he uttered gently, “you can’t keep it.” He smiled. “It’s a wild animal, not a pet.”I was busy petting an adorable baby beaver.But, Drystan, I really want him.“Come on, get up. We’re already late,” he said, taking the beaver from my hands and letting it go.Drystan, are you going to teach me how to fight tomorrow?“Victoria, you’re too young and…”I cut him off, glaring. If you say it’s because I’m a girl…“That’s not what I was going to say, Victoria. I was going to say you’re too... beautiful.”I grinned. My brother called me beautiful. Technically, he was my stepbrother, but still, he called me beautiful.I love that memory, even if it feels like it’s from another lifetime, bittersweet and distant.The forest was quiet, the kind that calmed your nerves, until a branch cracked. I couldn’t even enjoy a sunset by the riverbed without someone showing up.I’ve gotten good at fading into the background, staying unseen.The guy walked into view, limping, blood
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