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She shakes her lowered head, so submissive I ache to drag her to her feet. “You said we wouldn’t get hurt if we listened. I listened. I swear, I listened.”
She rocks back and forth while I scrape the roof of my mouth with my tongue, trying to work spit down my bone-dry throat.
I’m nothing like Bridget, tiny and brunette. All I inherited from her were brown eyes and my curse.
I look like my father.
Tall and blonde with resting bitch face.
So there’s only one person she could be mistaking me for.
The Redfang Princess.
Shitsticks.
My sister is in on this auction?
So much for shared trauma.
With this face, I am their trauma, and there’s no way to escape being cast as the villain.
I do the only thing I can to make the girls comfortable. I crawl into the dry spot in the corner, lie down, and wait for the A-team to come back and peel my useless ass off the floor.
Full-on, thumb-sitting corpse mode.
Not a threat to anyone.
That’s where the mission should end, but my birth has clearly pissed off the people who run the show upstairs.
The floor vibrates.
An earthquake would be the best possible way to end this day, but I’m not that lucky.
I’ve been planking on a trap door.
“Cover your noses and mouths,” I whisper-shout. “The bad guys are back.”
One mutters, “you’re the bad guy,” but I don’t have time to argue.
Pheromones cocked, I roll into a crouch.
A grunt echoes, then the lid pops.
A blonde ponytail rises through the floor, and the familiar face that follows freezes my blood.
Our eyes connect like destiny.
Hers are green with the same glint-edge gaze I have to see in the mirror every morning.
The same cursed genes I inherited from Nikolaj.
Serafina life-ruining motherfucking Redfang.
Her lemon-vodka pheromones spike in alarm as sharp and acid as the primal scream eating up my throat.
Act?
What act?
