Kiss My Corpse
"Oh, she's still bluffing. Fine. If she's really dead, then call the priest for a ritual. Toss her corpse into the sea and let her see where playing dead gets her."
His cruelty sickened me. I desperately sought to elevate my soul, to distance myself from him. However, an unseen tether held me fast, dragging me inexorably back.
And then I realized—the force binding me wasn't Connor himself, but the wolf-spirit bracelet he wore.
The bracelet, woven from wolf bone and silver thread, was an ancient relic of my father. More than that, it was the token of love I had once given Connor.
I used to be like Cinderella, that pitiful girl.