ed me in

ity, the same man I had injured before, was my jailer. His name was Marcus, and his fa

e. On it was a piece

aunt. "From Miss Chloe. She said you

meat. I knew. I

ing close, "that the rest of him was delic

rld we

sharp. I looked at him, and then I looked at the plate.

launched my

inst the side of his head. He stumbled back, surprised. I was on him i

born of grief and fury was too much. I bit down. Hard. There was

r, my mother, Ethan, and Chloe stood

I stood over him, breathing heavily, the piece of his

down and picked up the piece of meat from the floor, the piece of F

back, his hand t

voice raspy. "Are

ed first. Her eyes glittered

ufactured fear. "Completely delusional and violent.

ion. The wild girl wasn't just uncivilized; she was crazy.

d at Ethan. "It

al. I saw him struggle for a moment, a fli

Chloe, at her perf

is voice flat and de

etrayal. The final