At some point my mother had made it to the hall too. Her voice came through the door, ragged. “Rosie. Sweetheart. Don’t do anything stupid. If something happens to you, your mama can’t live through it. She can’t.”It tore me apart.Last time, on the road to exile, she’d thrown herself at the guards’ feet and begged them to let me go. She refused to believe her daughter was a killer.They shoved her off like she was nothing. I’d watched her get smaller and smaller in the distance, until she was just a dark speck.When the news of my death reached her, something snapped. She lost herself.My father held her together as best he could, while their pack crumbled around him. The real killer never spent a single day paying for it.And in the end, it was my own boyfriend, Caleb, who swallowed our pack and sent my parents to the block.A debt like that doesn’t go unpaid.Killian felt me stop struggling and slowly let go of my arm. “If you stop hurting yourself, I’ll play along.”I looked up at
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