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"Oh, and by the way—your family's a mess. Oliver broke into the asylum and let Ada out. She took him hostage. She wants to see you. "Go back, Steven. He's your son. As for us—there's nothing left." Her words snapped the last thread holding him up. As Bella walked away, his chest caved in. The pain pinned him where he sat, too shattered to move, too wrecked to chase her. This time, he knew—he'd really lost her.

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

They'd take a wolfless girl and her little sister, and they'd use the two of them to bleed me dry. Nora had spent her entire life being the thing other people used against the people she loved. I'd watched Victor do it with Lily. I would sooner cut off my own hand than become one more man who turned her own heart into a leash around her neck. Maybe, Rend said, quieter now, she's stronger than you're giving her credit for. Maybe she gets a say in what she's able to carry. Shut up, I told him, and pressed my split knuckles flat against the cold iron rail until they ached.

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I got it open and got in. Finding shelter: check! My body was shivering, and it was hard to move. I was freezing. A quick look around the room revealed some old fishing tools and - as by some miracle - petroleum and a box of matches. I grabbed the box. Thank God, I thought with a smile. Tree matches left and even though the petroleum was almost all gone, I was used to less back home. There was no fireplace, but a broken iron cauldron. I grabbed anything that could burn, threw it in the cauldron, and lit a fire. The flames were hot and welcoming. I smiled.