Wren's POV“You wench!” a hand grabbed a fistful of my hair so hard, my scalp burned. My brain had barely processed what was happening when a slap landed across my cheeks. “You've been hiding here while there's work to do?!” Patricia, my father's wife sneered, pulling my hair harder, and making me stumble back and fall on my butt.“I wasn't hiding,” I managed to say.“Weren't you?” She arched a brow, and shoved me forward, my head hitting my mother's headstone, drawing blood immediately. “Then perhaps you've forgotten what today is.” “It's…m-my birthday,” I said, turning to look at her with blood trickling down my forehead.Patricia stared at me for two wild seconds before bursting out laughing like I said something funny.“Oh well,” she took a step forward, and cupped my cheeks. “Today isn't about your miserable existence,” she dug her nails deep into my skin. “My princess is coming home today with her boyfriend…”Right. How could I have forgotten?My step older sister, Selene, who w
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