Rowan's POV Before I could even process the news, a sharp, blinding pain shot up from the bridge of my foot. The village chief, Martha Campbell, spat in my face as she viciously warned me, "Rowan White, I'm sure you know exactly what to say and what to keep to yourself. If you don't keep your mouth shut, we'll gladly air all your dirty laundry. When that happens, you, the scion of the White family, won't have much of a reputation left."I lowered my eyes numbly. Did she honestly think Elaine Sinclair would give a damn? If she actually cared about me, she wouldn't have left me in this godforsaken hellhole for over a year without checking in on me. I shrank back, pulling my tattered clothes tightly around myself. I shuddered when I caught the fleeting glint of greed in Martha's eyes. I had already seen through these people's greedy, ugly mugs over the last year. So long as I could leave this place, I would stay as far away from Elaine and my adopted younger brother, Owen White,
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