I Can't Be Mated to Him
After Mother, and Hollis, and the mark that won’t let me relax, a little yelling might be downright peaceful.
Ingrid’s smile grows. “See? You’re considering it. That’s how I know you need this. If you’re tired enough to consider breaking the rules, you have to.”
I look at the party behind us. Eva and Hollis are dancing now, seemingly over whatever happened at the table already. My mark hurts, but so does my chest.
“Okay,” I say.
Ingrid claps her hands together. “Here’s what we’re going to do—”
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I stand in the middle of the ashen battlefield, taking in the suffering around me. I open my mouth and—
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