With love, Mr. Bragança
David hugs me from behind, pushing my hair to the side and fitting his head to my neck, and I shudder at the action.
"The shot was spot on. " Alice explains, head bowed and hugging Edward. She's crying for him, not for Charlotte, but her tone of grief still takes me by surprise.
I allow myself to look at her, my tormentor, the girl who terrified me as a teenager and could have stolen a lot more tonight if I had been a little more determined. I just don't collapse fainting because of the way David is holding me. Horror is all I feel. You can't see much of his face, but his dark skin is dull, his lips are gray, and his eyes, the two eyes that scared me so much, are open and lifeless. A cold wi
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