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car dropped me off at the Stanton

Britany were on the sofa, their faces masks of fury. W

itany shot up from her se

!" she shrieked, her h

ter. My hand shot out, catchin

que

a sharp yelp of pai

say?" My voice was quiet, but it

olation-surged through me. The old hatred and t

n a blur, a clean, sharp arc that ended wit

hoed in the

one f

ger marks instantly bloomed on her skin. A trick

, her hand flying to her stinging

reamed, lunging at

a step back, easily sideste

s fixing on the red mark on Britany's face. H

st your mind!" she screeched, po

ce. "This is outrageous! You

it," I said,

ng in her living room. The mask of the "loving stepmother," so

. She straightened up, her posture rigid, her face stripped o

hed onto the Mays family? You think that bl

e daggers, di

t how your m

red at her, my blood tu

told my mother, Ellery, ha

say?" My voice wa

. "Oh, nothing. I'm just reminding you. Some people

, thick and suffocating. Ellery

took a step forward,

now? I don't know anything. I just know that di

ng Britany to her feet. "Come on, dear. Let's go u

in close, her voice a venom

against me, you