My father stood there, a specter of my past wrapped in a designer coat, holding Jax’s life in the same hands that killed my mother. I looked at Jax, my loud, glittery, beautiful Jax; and saw him fading. The silver rot was turning his veins into lead.“I’m going”, I said my voice barely a whisper. “I’ll go back to the estate. I’ll be the perfect daughter. I’ll be heir you want. Just…… give him the cure.”“Roxy, no…..” Jax wheezed but his strength was gone, as the temporary cure Malakai gave him had already worn off.The exchange was cold and transactional.My father’s men moved with clinical precision, injected Jax with a shimmering gold serum that made him gasp. His colour returning in a sudden, violent rush.In return, they snapped heavy silver-lined shackles onto my wrists. The metal bit into my skin, a cold reminder that my decade of freedom was over.“A wise choice, Roxy, you were always too precious to waste on a dive bar” my father said, his hand coming up to stroke my cheek. I
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