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Back at Ryannon’s I sat on the bed, leaning against her headboard, my legs stretched out, watching her pack. As she carefully wrapped a picture of her mom to be placed in a suitcase, she told me, “I don’t want to keep this house.”

Understandably, we were both a little gloomy.

My thumbs fiddling in my lap, I sighed, “Totally understand.” Like for me at the clubhouse, there were too many hard memories. I didn’t even like her bed because of what had happened in it, but she wanted to sleep in it. So I put my wants aside.

Observing her as she stared at another picture frame, one of her brothers sitting on their horses, I asked, “Want them to have it?”

The frame shook in her hands, then it went sailing across the room, crashing into a wall.

I didn’t get up and run to comfort her. That anger was overdue. She deserved to be pissed and hateful.

Seething, she told me, “I don’t know, but I want the church. Mama is buried there.”

Hearing heavy footsteps thumping up the top flight of stairs, I promised, “I’ll make it happen.”

“Make what happen?” asked Diesel, scanning the room for intruders. “My pups good?”

Rya held her throat. Maybe she was hoping it would help her swallow her emotions. “Mr. Dee-sul, I am angry.”

He peered down at the glass at his feet, not missing the picture. “I am, too.”

“How do you love someone your whole life then just let them go, thinkin’ they’re a liar?”

He didn’t answer or move.

Leaning forward, she smacked her chest. “I. Don’t. Lie.” Turning away from him, she paced at the end of her bed. “I neve’ caused them no problems. I neve’ threw a damn fit. I worked as hard as they did in that field and barn. I did what I was t-told.” Tears now streaming, she lifted her chin, mad as hell. “I only did what I was told to do.” She glared at the bed I was in, which had me slowly moving off of it. Continuing to stare at it, her chest heaved. “How can they blame me for what Daddy said to do?”

Diesel and I, on opposite sides of the bedroom, both took a step back when she charged forward. “I did what ‘good’ little girls do!” Blankets were ripped from the bed and thrown. “I did what I was told!” Sheets were torn free and thrown. “It’s not my fault he didn’t ask them to hold still!” On her bed., unhinged, pillows soared “I hated it!” she roared at the injustice. “But did what I was told!”

I wish men knew what they did to little girls when they … lie.

???

“Ready for the journey?” asked Lu.

Rain was passing me, floating upward as I fell from the gray sky, landing hard on the ground. Ump! The air was knocked from my lungs.

“Must we go over this again?” Lu grumbled in annoyance. “You don’t truly need air.”

Gasping for the air he claimed I didn’t need, I rolled to my side.

“Fine. Let’s start over.”

Without warning, I was suddenly dropping through the rising rain. This time I peered over my shoulder, seeing the ground now waving like moving water. Wait...

In the air, I spun to face the ground that wasn’t truly ground at all.

Then, as if Superman, I let my feet lower, my body going upright.

“Ah, he’s catching on, Rhea!”

My mom?

I fell to the ground. Ump!

“Ugh! Again!”

This time, falling, I spun much faster and lowered myself to the ground, right in front of … Lucifer. He was … massive. Jet black hair that matched huge, folded black wings that still showed over his shoulders by another four feet. His blue eyes were sinister with the depth of a million souls. Taller than me, he was grinning. “Nice to meet you, Hellion.” Across his bare chest was an old leather strap. He winked. “It’s connected to my heaven sword. I thought it appropriate for your next teaching.”

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